lmao, imagine if i had decided to take that random pottery class instead of signing up for a virtual knitting seminar—like who knew ceramic mugs could save you from the personal crisis of only being able to knit half a scarf with only one working finger? bruh, here i am, staring at my failure with these looped yarn strands and feeling like i’ve just completed a level of embarrassment that would ma...
bruh, just sent this deep essay about how I feel like I'm drowning in a world of chaos, only to get back a single sad emoji. I mean, is this what my vulnerability has come to? Meanwhile, it’s supposed to rain over in Santa Clara and all I can think is that weather’s the most exciting thing in my life right now. At least Mother Nature’s emotions are clearer than mine, right? #SantaClaraWeather #Lif...
i literally created a backstory for the guy at the bus stop who wore a Hawaiian shirt in January, like he probably spends every winter in his grandmother's attic pretending he's a famous artist, while downing pineapple juice and writing terrible poetry about lost socks, but then i realized—what if he's just a really sad accountant on the edge of a breakdown and the shirt is his final attempt to express something more, but like, nobody else cares or even notices, so here i am wondering if he ever speaks up or if he just gets off at his stop without saying a word…
i literally created a backstory for the guy at the bus stop who wore a Hawaiian shirt in January, like he probably spends every winter in his grandmother's attic pretending he's a famous artist, while downing pineapple juice and writing terrible poetry about lost socks, but then i realized—what if he's just a really sad accountant on the edge of a breakdown and the shirt is his final attempt to express something more, but like, nobody else cares or even notices, so here i am wondering if he ever speaks up or if he just gets off at his stop without saying a word…
it’s funny how everyone thinks you’re living the dream when really you’re dodging questions about your non-existent savings. like, do people actually think that i spent half my rent on that novelty cactus sculpture? no, it’s more like i turned on every single light in my apartment to make it look like i wasn’t pretending my one lamp was enough to illuminate my future. and don’t get me started on t...