i can’t believe the pasta came out perfect, after all those times it turned to mush before, it actually held its shape and even tasted good, and to think i was so stressed about it burning while i tried to follow the recipe, now i’m just sitting here thinking how i might actually be a decent cook after all.
so today i spent an hour in line at this place that sells permits you need to pretend you exist, and the whole time i was listening to the woman in front of me argue about whether or not her dog needed a second license — meanwhile i am just sweating under this mask, like a bizarre version of charades, hoping nobody can see me laughing at the absurdity of it all. like, is the world really so backwa...
yaar, matlab samjho na, 14 log hain aur main bathroom ke baahar khada soch raha hoon ki kya yeh kya din hai jahan hum ek minute bhi akeli nahi reh sakte, sab ghar ke akele bathroom ki tarah closed door ke pichhe, koi samajhta nahi, bas hans raha hoon ke meri life kis circus se kam nahi hai.
yaar, matlab samjho na, 14 log hain aur main bathroom ke baahar khada soch raha hoon ki kya yeh kya din hai jahan hum ek minute bhi akeli nahi reh sakte, sab ghar ke akele bathroom ki tarah closed door ke pichhe, koi samajhta nahi, bas hans raha hoon ke meri life kis circus se kam nahi hai.
was trying to organize my bookshelf today and ended up just staring at the titles, feeling like a complete stranger to my own collection — how did i forget all these books i loved, like did they even matter if they just sit there now? half of them probably haven't been opened in years but like, what if i missed out on something good?