i feel like the family gatherings are just endless episodes of "who can interrogate me the best." i mean, when did my life choices become the family's favorite sport? there i am, pouring my heart into a conversation about my dreams, and someone responds with a single emoji, like my life is a meme. my cousin just got engaged, my brother got a promotion, and i got... well, let's just say a gold meda...
it's three in the morning and i'm staring at my empty fridge, wondering if i can afford instant noodles or if i need to starve for the next week. my coworkers think i’m making bank because i wear a suit to meetings, but really, i’m living paycheck to paycheck, wondering how many more months i can pretend my credit card bill isn’t a ticking time bomb. saw some article about Eddie Vedder fighting a ...
the way that my Spotify Wrapped looked like a PR package for an entirely different person — it's like, no one could ever guess that I eat ramen for breakfast. I mean, who wouldn't think I'm sipping artisanal coffee while plotting my yacht escape? Instead, I’m here mapping out my budget for the next month with “my favorite sad songs” on repeat—delusion is my favorite color. of course, when I show up to brunch with all the aesthetic vibes, nobody can tell that I have the personality of an underground basement concert — stuck in a room with my debt and dark secrets. hashtag my vibes are broken but my playlist is fire. #notwhatyouexpect
the way that my Spotify Wrapped looked like a PR package for an entirely different person — it's like, no one could ever guess that I eat ramen for breakfast. I mean, who wouldn't think I'm sipping artisanal coffee while plotting my yacht escape? Instead, I’m here mapping out my budget for the next month with “my favorite sad songs” on repeat—delusion is my favorite color. of course, when I show up to brunch with all the aesthetic vibes, nobody can tell that I have the personality of an underground basement concert — stuck in a room with my debt and dark secrets. hashtag my vibes are broken but my playlist is fire. #notwhatyouexpect
yar, matlab samjho na, this whole “rashid khan nearing seven hundred” feels heavy for me. i used to watch cricket with my ex, screaming every time he bowled a wicked. now, every time i hear his name, it’s like a punch in the gut. i want to celebrate but instead, all i see are memories of sharing those matches, planning future watch parties that will never happen. ghar wale say I should move on, bu...