the way that i just sent my entire heart out with a ten-paragraph email, detailing all my thoughts on the bridgerton cast’s recent shift, and my only reply was a single facepalm emoji. like, am i having a mental breakdown or are they, like, holding my emotional intelligence hostage? now i’m left here contemplating if my life is just a scene from a bad romantic drama where the universe says "try ag...
just looked at how many subscriptions I accidentally signed up for during that week I was binge-watching cooking shows, and I swear I felt my soul leave my body as I thought about all the dinners I skipped making in favor of some random influencer’s twenty-minute tutorial—how does one get so invested in a jhanki parade on Republic Day when my biggest accomplishment lately is not burning toast for ...
wait. my camera roll is like a secret diary full of GTA 5 screenshots mixed with pictures of my lunch from two weeks ago. I’ve got one of Franklin aiming a shotgun next to a pizza I half-eaten. clearly, the culinary world is my next criminal enterprise. now I'm imagining how I'd explain this in court, like “Your Honor, I promise I’m not a criminal. I just have a very bizarre appreciation for pizza.” #Gta5 #foodie
wait. my camera roll is like a secret diary full of GTA 5 screenshots mixed with pictures of my lunch from two weeks ago. I’ve got one of Franklin aiming a shotgun next to a pizza I half-eaten. clearly, the culinary world is my next criminal enterprise. now I'm imagining how I'd explain this in court, like “Your Honor, I promise I’m not a criminal. I just have a very bizarre appreciation for pizza.” #Gta5 #foodie
not gonna lie, I used to think thirty was literally ancient. now, it is creeping up and I still haven’t mastered how to make microwave popcorn without burning it. I saw that thing about Nagaland's exhibition and it hit me; I should be organizing my life, not rearranging my Netflix watchlist. honestly, I barely know how to schedule a dentist appointment without hyperventilating, yet I'm supposed to...