ever notice how a borrowed toothpick from someone in a different country never gets returned? my sibling “borrowed” one two years ago when we went camping and said it was for “temporary” use. it’s still in their bag, forgotten among snacks and ancient receipts. at this point, i am convinced that it will become an heirloom passed down through generations, cherished like fine china, because why woul...
literally just scrolled through my crush’s art blog and saw that they painted a portrait of a potato in a top hat, and now I have questions. like, do I mention that I thought it was fascinating or…? suddenly I’m analyzing the implications of a potato's social status, trying to act normal while secretly planning a detailed essay on the politics of tubers. what if they want to know why I’ve looked a...
not gonna lie, i just realized i have spent the last five years prioritizing the wrong hobbies like mastering how to binge-watch obscure documentaries instead of managing my taxes. now, as makar sankranti approaches, i’m contemplating the symbolism of kite flying while wondering if it would have been more practical to learn how to fly my own financial mess instead. spoiler alert: both take elevation. #MakarSankrantiKabHai #lifechoices
not gonna lie, i just realized i have spent the last five years prioritizing the wrong hobbies like mastering how to binge-watch obscure documentaries instead of managing my taxes. now, as makar sankranti approaches, i’m contemplating the symbolism of kite flying while wondering if it would have been more practical to learn how to fly my own financial mess instead. spoiler alert: both take elevation. #MakarSankrantiKabHai #lifechoices
Story Name: "My Wedding Eve Betrayal: Caught in Their Web of Lies" Part 5 of 6 I can’t breathe. The air is thick with betrayal. My hands shake, and I feel the doorframe dig into my palms like a warning. “Jordan!” I croak, my voice barely a whisper. His head snaps up, wide-eyed and guilty. Sarah is frozen, and the moment hangs in the air like a death sentence. I wish I could run, but my feet ar...