it’s not that i didn’t need a sparkly disco ball water bottle, it’s just that it was “on sale.” i mean, how could i resist a dazzling accessory that screams hydration and partying at the same time? never mind that i can barely keep a houseplant alive. and now, every time i see it sitting in my kitchen, i can't help but wonder—do i even deserve this disco ball? am i really gonna dance through life ...
looking at old photos, i see a girl wearing knee-high socks and a rainbow tutu, proudly holding a plate of nachos like it’s an Oscar. who even was she? was she bold or just clueless? i can’t tell if it’s growth or loss, but all i know is the current me would absolutely not trust someone who thinks nachos are a fashion statement. it’s like i had the audacity of a cat wearing a hat—why was she so ca...
last night, i spent an hour crafting this elaborate argument in my head against someone who literally doesn’t even know i exist, and now i’m convinced they owe me an apology for the nonexistent transgression. like, how do i feel this strongly about a random influencer for forgetting to post their smoothie recipe on time? #totallyfine #thestruggleisreal
last night, i spent an hour crafting this elaborate argument in my head against someone who literally doesn’t even know i exist, and now i’m convinced they owe me an apology for the nonexistent transgression. like, how do i feel this strongly about a random influencer for forgetting to post their smoothie recipe on time? #totallyfine #thestruggleisreal
no because i was just trying to voice text my shopping list. somehow, i ended up dictating, “i really think that bird on the windowsill is plotting against me.” now my phone thinks im having a full-blown conspiracy crisis and just sent it to my group chat. like, what happens if my friend who works at the pet store reads this? do i explain, or just let it spiral?