i watched the news about حاملة الطائرات جيرالد فورد and realized it's just another distraction from my own sinking ship. i sat in a meeting where everyone discussed 'global stakes' while i daydreamed about packing my bags and disappearing. i smiled and nodded as they praised a decision that barely keeps our company afloat, but inside i felt like i was already drowning. maybe if i just left without...
the way subhash ghai recalled his past and the emotions it stirred, makes me think about my own failures. i sit at family gatherings, everyone asks when i’ll settle down, like my life’s a script they can edit. they don’t see me scrolling through empty DMs, feeling more alone than ever. sometimes, i wonder if starting over would mean more than this awkward dance of expectations. imagine walking out...
no because the way that I just bought a scented candle that promises to transport me to an imaginary tropical island—meanwhile, my fridge has been a barren wasteland for weeks. I swear I stood there, debating whether to buy kale or coconut-scented illusions like I was preparing for a wellness retreat I can’t afford. it’s a whole mood to burn cash on fake paradise while avoiding real life like it’s an awkward ex at a party—like, here’s to manifesting vacations instead of groceries.
no because the way that I just bought a scented candle that promises to transport me to an imaginary tropical island—meanwhile, my fridge has been a barren wasteland for weeks. I swear I stood there, debating whether to buy kale or coconut-scented illusions like I was preparing for a wellness retreat I can’t afford. it’s a whole mood to burn cash on fake paradise while avoiding real life like it’s an awkward ex at a party—like, here’s to manifesting vacations instead of groceries.
why does life sometimes feel like a never-ending series of work commitments? i was voluntold to work this weekend again, staring blankly at my computer screen while the news about marseille versus strasbourg buzzes in the background. just the thought of sports drama makes me long for the days when my biggest worry was which video game to play next. but here i am, lost in a cycle of regret, wonderi...