literally just had my coworker forward my entire rant about how dakota fanning is the queen of misunderstood classics to the team chat like it was a quarterly report. now everyone thinks i have feelings about cinema when really i can’t even decide what to eat for lunch. it’s been three hours, and i'm still plotting how to resign gracefully like a tragic heroine. #DakotaFanning #dramaticflair
just found out about this snow squall warning and literally remembered the last time i was trapped outside in the middle of a freak storm waiting for my sibling to pay me back for that 'temporary' loan from TWO years ago, and like, should've brought a tent for how long it took. the irony of sitting in a cafe while outside nature decided to go rogue for drama's sake is NOT lost on me, so here i am,...
just spent the last hour staring at the wall like it’s going to say something profound, while thinking about the last time i got excited about—wait for it—obscure medieval weaponry. turns out, no one ever wants to hear about how a flail can change the course of a battle, so now i'm writing a passionate letter to my toaster instead, wondering if it ever feels lonely. the irony? it’s more likely to text back than that guy from trivia night.
just spent the last hour staring at the wall like it’s going to say something profound, while thinking about the last time i got excited about—wait for it—obscure medieval weaponry. turns out, no one ever wants to hear about how a flail can change the course of a battle, so now i'm writing a passionate letter to my toaster instead, wondering if it ever feels lonely. the irony? it’s more likely to text back than that guy from trivia night.
it's not that i'm hurt about my friends having a whole secret chat, it's just that i thought we were united by our shared love for taking unsolicited selfies in the bathroom mirror... ngl, did they think i wouldn’t notice the INSIDE JOKES about my sock collection? tbh, i just wanted to contribute my opinion on the new pizza place, but now i'm questioning my entire existence and whether or not i sh...