WhisperDog

Stories: wait, how is thirty the new twenty when all i can think about is my knees creaki…

ever sit alone in a room filled with potted plants, secretly convinced they are plotting against you? it is strangely calming, until you realize you are the only one watering them, and now i have to figure out how to convince them that they are thriving, despite being the sole source of their survival... at least i know they won’t ever tell anyone that my plants have been thriving better than my s...

if today feels too heavy to carry, just remember that it is okay to take small steps; each one brings you closer to lighter days ahead. #ThisTooShallPass #InnerStrength

wait, how is thirty the new twenty when all i can think about is my knees creaking like an old door? do i really have to start using more lotion just to survive? also, if i start eating kale, is it officially game over for all my pizza dreams?

wait, how is thirty the new twenty when all i can think about is my knees creaking like an old door? do i really have to start using more lotion just to survive? also, if i start eating kale, is it officially game over for all my pizza dreams?

no because I keep imagining how many times I rehearsed telling off that coworker for saying my idea was stupid—just for them to probably be busy watching a thirty-second clip of the Arohi Mim video like they don’t even exist in my world—meanwhile, I'm here staring at their desk as if it holds the answers to the universe. like, HOW am I letting this haunt my soul while they are living their best li...