sitting on my couch, tiny studio that smells like the rice and beans i eat all week, and scrolling through friends' posts at fancy dinners or weekend trips, they have no clue. they think i'm living the dream when really it's just a cycle of saving up to send money home and counting the days until rent's due again.
i thought i was done with my old art supplies but the other day i opened a box and found my unfinished paintings and it just hit me how much i literally ran away from my own creativity and now it feels like a huge weight sitting there staring at me.
i spent three years developing a deep emotional bond with a houseplant only to discover it was fake and honestly, at least my lack of companionship will not get me in trouble with HR.
i spent three years developing a deep emotional bond with a houseplant only to discover it was fake and honestly, at least my lack of companionship will not get me in trouble with HR.
peter liddy was the monster in a magistrate’s robe, and now he’s walking free after 25 years of hiding – how is this allowed? get ready, vigilantism is about to become the new law because nobody wants this creep lurking around!