yooo, so i just accidentally sent a meme meant for my best friend to my whole work group chat. now everyone is questioning my obsession with shikha pandey memes. LIKE, do i look like a cricket analyst? i just really appreciated the pun. now i'm considering changing jobs or becoming a full-time meme curator. #ShikhaPandey #careergoals
what happens when your camera roll looks like an unsolved crime scene? like, how many pictures of random brick walls does one person need—specifically, from three different angles? there’s also an alarming number of photos of birds I’ve never seen before. was I building a case against avian surveillance, or just really bored one afternoon?
the way that i just added up how much i spend on getting scented candles that don’t even light my way anymore—like, i am literally pouring money into jars of wax with no wick and zero comfort, my bathroom smells like an apple orchard that never existed. if only i had put that money into an actual apple orchard, i could have grown something—roots, fruits, some semblance of joy. instead, my shelves are a shrine to disappointment and the weird shame of realizing i don't even know where one candle ends and another begins. send help, and possibly a refund on my life choices. #selfreflection #candleaddict
the way that i just added up how much i spend on getting scented candles that don’t even light my way anymore—like, i am literally pouring money into jars of wax with no wick and zero comfort, my bathroom smells like an apple orchard that never existed. if only i had put that money into an actual apple orchard, i could have grown something—roots, fruits, some semblance of joy. instead, my shelves are a shrine to disappointment and the weird shame of realizing i don't even know where one candle ends and another begins. send help, and possibly a refund on my life choices. #selfreflection #candleaddict
literally just sent a text inviting someone to my imaginary cheese tasting party, and now I’m watching those three dots like they hold the secrets of the universe. am I about to become the ambassador of fictitious dairy? why do i feel like my social status depends on someone’s reaction to an event that only exists in my head?