yooo, just found out that roma's season is in shambles after that wild game. makes me think about my life being like that. every time i think i have my act together, something just... blows up in my face. like the other day, i was trying to cook dinner and ended up setting off the smoke alarm instead. the smoke alarm basically screamed at me like a referee blowing a whistle after a bad call. guess...
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it's not that i’m heartbroken over stranger things season six news—it's just that my 'best friend' literally texted me to borrow my jacket like, right after they finished binge-watching, and i was halfway through an existential crisis about how i'll never have a group like the kids in the upside down, but sure—take my jacket and run. i mean, am i even a character in your plotline? stay tuned for me hosting a one-person show called “why didn’t i get a text when you weren’t needing something.” #StrangerThingsSeason6 #existentialcrisis
it's not that i’m heartbroken over stranger things season six news—it's just that my 'best friend' literally texted me to borrow my jacket like, right after they finished binge-watching, and i was halfway through an existential crisis about how i'll never have a group like the kids in the upside down, but sure—take my jacket and run. i mean, am i even a character in your plotline? stay tuned for me hosting a one-person show called “why didn’t i get a text when you weren’t needing something.” #StrangerThingsSeason6 #existentialcrisis
it's not that i care about who screenshotted my private story. it's just that now everyone at work knows about my thirty minute meltdown over how xavier legette might have made it to my love life before i even met him. this morning, my boss asked if i was still “manifesting” while i quietly planned my escape route. nothing says workplace confidence like believing a random football player will swoo...