so like, my friend asked me to help them merge their PF accounts, and I’m literally just thinking about how I'm pretty sure their partner is cheating. and I'm stuck here feeling all guilty because if I tell them, it might ruin my friendship, but then again, like, do I really want to be part of their relationship collapsing because I have to play clean-up for their bad decisions? it's like, I want ...
the way that i just spent an hour organizing my sock drawer like it’s a mission from an elite spy agency, thinking it would help me manifest more “control” in my life, but then i realized it’s still just a drawer full of mismatched socks? no because this is ridiculous. like, why am i trusting the process when the process is basically my chaotic laundry routine? i feel like i’m about to pull out a ...
it's not that my relatives literally think I’m a failure, it's just that comparing me to my cousin who discovered the secret to an immortal avocado toast empire is kind of a betrayal - I mean, I did just get a shirt that says "I'm fine, it's my plants that need therapy" and that should count for something, right?
it's not that my relatives literally think I’m a failure, it's just that comparing me to my cousin who discovered the secret to an immortal avocado toast empire is kind of a betrayal - I mean, I did just get a shirt that says "I'm fine, it's my plants that need therapy" and that should count for something, right?
saw the news about markiplier’s new movie and my friends jokingly texted “guess you will never achieve that level of fame” while sending me selfies of their ironically haunted pasta art. honestly, their jokes cut deep since my latest claim to fame was managing to almost burn water last week—i really should've stuck to the dollar menu... #Markiplier #lifechoices