wait. so they’re making these corrections for CUET UG applications? as if the anxiety of turning thirty isn't bad enough. i can already picture myself surrounded by potential candidates, whispering prayers for good luck like they’ll magically take my SATs for me. but really, part of me hopes this works out so i can change my birth year back to something like nineteen ninety-eight and relive those ...
literally the moment my boss praised someone else for MY idea in the meeting, I felt like a protagonist in a bad rom-com. there I was—heart racing, waiting for the perfect cue to interrupt, but instead I imagined throwing a bouquet of wilted flowers at them. I mean, if love can be blind—why can’t my genius just fade into oblivion too? maybe next week, I will secretly book a “failed creative genius...
i found some old texts from my ex, you know, back when they actually put in the effort. like, every morning i got "good morning sunshine" followed by motivational quotes that made me roll my eyes, but at least i felt like a star. fast forward to today, i’m dodging reminders of that time while questioning if dhurandhar will be the movie to save us from the endless cycle of heartache or just remind me how i miss unsolicited affection. guess it's just me and my empty popcorn bowl waiting for emotional catharsis in some random OTT space. #DhurandharOtt #PastLifeRegrets
i found some old texts from my ex, you know, back when they actually put in the effort. like, every morning i got "good morning sunshine" followed by motivational quotes that made me roll my eyes, but at least i felt like a star. fast forward to today, i’m dodging reminders of that time while questioning if dhurandhar will be the movie to save us from the endless cycle of heartache or just remind me how i miss unsolicited affection. guess it's just me and my empty popcorn bowl waiting for emotional catharsis in some random OTT space. #DhurandharOtt #PastLifeRegrets
...and honestly—I've been telling everyone I’m a certified llama yoga instructor for like, three years now. I can’t even touch my toes—but at this point—my bio says I teach relaxation to *spiritual mammals*—so now I just hang out at parks and throw around terms like "energy flow." Someday, I swear, I will manifest my dream of leading a group—while secretly Googling how to pronounce "chakra" under ...