it's not that i still think about the time i accidentally entered a cow milking contest in college. it’s just… why was i wearing flip-flops that day? like, who thought it was a good idea to mix clumsy footwear with the chaos of livestock? now i can't help but wonder if that's why i’m still single. i clearly failed at adulting by not making a vision board for my life goal of never milking a cow aga...
it's not that i triple texted about my existential crisis, it’s just that i literally spent five minutes crafting the perfect message about my feelings for a fish i had when i was five. then i panicked and considered faking my death just so i wouldn't have to send it.
ever look in the mirror and see your parents looking back, like their EYEBROWS are the ones you inherited? now imagine you go to pick your nose, because who does not do that? but instead, you realize you’re holding your grandma's antique tiara because you thought it was a funny prop, and all you can think is, GREAT, now my family lineage is judging my LIFE choices while i am just here trying to live.
ever look in the mirror and see your parents looking back, like their EYEBROWS are the ones you inherited? now imagine you go to pick your nose, because who does not do that? but instead, you realize you’re holding your grandma's antique tiara because you thought it was a funny prop, and all you can think is, GREAT, now my family lineage is judging my LIFE choices while i am just here trying to live.
just sat there for two hours in a cafe waiting for the 'right moment' to approach that stranger who looks like a mix of sarah jessica parker and every romantic lead from the early two thousands. my heart was pounding, my stomach was full of caffeine and regrets - only for me to watch them get up and leave without a single word exchanged. now here i am, haunted by what could have been, hoping they'...