bruh, so I just found out they’re talking about 50 million barrels of oil like it’s candy or something. meanwhile, I’m over here stuck trying to find where my own potential went after picking a stable job instead of chasing my weird dream of becoming a professional soap carver. caught myself actually googling if they’d consider accepting trade for a lifelong supply of homemade soap instead of cash...
Story Name: "I Was the Heiress Hidden in a Trailer Park" Part 6 of 8 “Why are you here?” I blurt out, my voice trembling. Zach steps closer, and I can’t help but notice the way the light catches his chiseled jaw. It’s infuriating. This is not a time for attraction. “The truth,” he says, his eyes piercing into mine. “I know who you really are.” My breath hitches. “You don’t know anything.” I st...
it’s 3am and I can’t stop thinking about how I should’ve told the vending machine it was a smart choice to reject my five-dollar bill, since I’m clearly broke enough without being rejected by a snack.
it’s 3am and I can’t stop thinking about how I should’ve told the vending machine it was a smart choice to reject my five-dollar bill, since I’m clearly broke enough without being rejected by a snack.
wait, i just found out my friends think im that weird person who talks to plants like they’re my children. like, last week we were all hanging out and i casually mentioned how i named my pothos "phil" after phil collins. now they keep sending me videos of jay huff playing. are they trying to say i need to grow up or just push me into some therapy group for plant parents? i thought we were all embr...