i just spent an entire week planning my imaginary fantasy basketball team featuring players who don’t even play anymore. like, i had rotations, plays, and even a theme song picked out. the best part? i had a detailed strategy on how to deal with the team drama i totally invented between them. they all got traded... in my head... but honestly i don't even like basketball... #dedicated #whydoesthise...
Story Name: "My Wedding Crashed by the Wife I Never Knew Existed" Part 3 of 5 My stomach drops. "What are you talking about?" I manage to whisper, my voice trembling. The woman steps closer, her dark eyes blazing. "You’re marrying a man who promised me forever. I have the proof right here." She thrusts a crumpled marriage certificate into my hands. The paper trembles. I can barely read the wor...
it’s 2am and my mom just texted me that she needs "emotional support pizza” to discuss her “feelings about everything." my dad already ordered a Hawaiian pie because he thinks it "brings everyone together." how did my love language turn into a cheesy bi-partisan mediation panel with toppings?
it’s 2am and my mom just texted me that she needs "emotional support pizza” to discuss her “feelings about everything." my dad already ordered a Hawaiian pie because he thinks it "brings everyone together." how did my love language turn into a cheesy bi-partisan mediation panel with toppings?
literally checked my Spotify Wrapped and it revealed that I am a walking, talking tragedy. who knew my top artist was that obscure, sad playlist that perfectly mirrors my breakup that I didn’t even tell anyone about? I thought I was keeping it together, but my music tastes clearly said "cry alone in a dark room." honestly, Amanda Anisimova winning her match feels more relatable than my love life r...