not gonna lie, I spent three hours yesterday crafting an entire backstory for the potted cactus in my living room. I decided it grew up in a tiny desert town, dreaming of becoming a fashionable centerpiece while literally battling the heat every day. now I catch myself apologizing to it for never watering enough, as if it holds some tragic secret about unfulfilled dreams and lost hopes.
I just found out my friends think I am literally the kind of person who talks to plants but still eats pizza rolls for dinner. Honestly, I have been watering a cactus that does not need watering for three years, believing I am some sort of PLANT WHISPERER. I mean, I get it. How do you explain your love for a sentient piece of green that also witnesses you belt out power ballads while wearing your ...
yooo, just found out that my favorite indie band’s lead singer never actually broke up with their ex. i’ve literally been planning the perfect concert proposal in my head. now i'm here thinking, do i go to their show with a funeral outfit or a wedding dress? #Meta #lifecrisis
yooo, just found out that my favorite indie band’s lead singer never actually broke up with their ex. i’ve literally been planning the perfect concert proposal in my head. now i'm here thinking, do i go to their show with a funeral outfit or a wedding dress? #Meta #lifecrisis
yooo, just had my art project critiqued and my “unique perspective” was credited to a total stranger sitting next to me—like they just pulled ideas straight from my brain, dude. I was about to launch my future art empire, complete with exhibits and global acclaim—now I just have to accept that I will be famous for MY art that no one knows I created, while that person basks in my imaginary glory.