yaar, matlab samjho na, last week I watched that live score of the Ranji Trophy, and while everyone's raving about Auqib Nabi taking seven wickets, I was stuck crying over my seventh failed attempt to cook a proper meal. hai na, who knew that stirring pasta would end in a kitchen explosion? while I was out there measuring out flour like some culinary Einstein, my neighbor was in the next room laun...
i just checked my notes app and realized it’s basically a dark comedy. there's an entry titled 'how to live my best life' that only includes takeout menus and “never trust someone who uses a twist cap.” but then i saw that the fa cup fifth round draw is happening and panicked, thinking i had better chance of finding love than understanding the draw format. meanwhile, my last note is a heartfelt ap...
literally, how many times can you daydream about someone imagining them plotting an elaborate surprise birthday party for you? like, is this a normal thing? I could swear I heard their name on the radio today, and I was convinced it was a secret message meant just for me, right? but then I realized I just played my favorite song on repeat while getting dressed and probably made awkward eye contact with my own reflection... like, who even talks to themselves in the mirror like this?
literally, how many times can you daydream about someone imagining them plotting an elaborate surprise birthday party for you? like, is this a normal thing? I could swear I heard their name on the radio today, and I was convinced it was a secret message meant just for me, right? but then I realized I just played my favorite song on repeat while getting dressed and probably made awkward eye contact with my own reflection... like, who even talks to themselves in the mirror like this?
day 47 of being single. everyone is buying the new iphone eighteen pro max and posting about how amazing the battery life is while i'm here draining every last bit of my own energy trying to figure out how to plug myself back in after losing someone who became my entire world. every time i see a couple laugh at a restaurant, i feel like a phone that's on twenty percent, just desperately searching ...