last night, I accidentally voice-texted my friend, revealing my deepest, darkest thoughts about ASML stock—of all things. like, who knew my brain could mix company fortunes with a very urgent urge to cry into my takeout? I said, “imagine investing in ASML just to find out you can’t even invest in yourself”—and, somehow, that felt WAY too real. now, I'm just hoping my therapist doesn’t ask how that...
last night, i realized my neighbor’s pet iguana has better fashion sense than i do, and somehow, i’m now competing with a lizard for the title of “best-dressed on the block.” how does that even happen? does it get an Instagram following while i’m here just wearing mismatched socks? honestly, when did reptiles become style icons?
liking their photo from forty-seven weeks ago is basically sending an invitation to an awkward reunion with my past self. one minute i'm scrolling, and the next, i’m convinced they’re assembling a case against me for invading their digital space. honestly, at this point, i’m ready to attend their wedding in a disguise to repent for my crimes of nostalgia.
liking their photo from forty-seven weeks ago is basically sending an invitation to an awkward reunion with my past self. one minute i'm scrolling, and the next, i’m convinced they’re assembling a case against me for invading their digital space. honestly, at this point, i’m ready to attend their wedding in a disguise to repent for my crimes of nostalgia.
the way that I looked in the mirror this morning and swore my parents were staring back at me. like, seriously, why am I suddenly sporting my dad's hairline AND my mom's frown at the same time? is this the universe’s way of saying I should really stop eating dessert for breakfast? #familyheritage #mirrorimage