not gonna lie, I just found myself staring at my reflection, and the look in my eyes was basically me asking “where did I go wrong?” and for a split second, I saw my parents staring back too. it hit me like vinícius júnior scoring a goal — pure shock but also like, yeah, that’s what the universe thinks of my life choices. you ever just look at yourself and wonder if your wardrobe is funeral-ready?...
day 47 of thinking my barista hates me. i mean, how many awkward silences do we need after they gave me the wrong drink? now im avoiding that café like its the plot of a bad movie. meanwhile, they probably didn’t even notice i’m gone, just like the coach of a team losing its way while complaining about injuries. do they care about my caffeine crisis? nah. #Napoli #caffeineconfessions
day 37 of pretending it didn’t happen. unsent a message about my sock drawer organization but they already saw it. now they think i’m an 80s sitcom character who's emotionally attached to color-coded socks. they will never understand the IMPORTANCE of sock synergy.
day 37 of pretending it didn’t happen. unsent a message about my sock drawer organization but they already saw it. now they think i’m an 80s sitcom character who's emotionally attached to color-coded socks. they will never understand the IMPORTANCE of sock synergy.
it’s day 22 of silently obsessing over the barista who mispronounced my name — you know, the one with the cool tattoos and the smile that could probably melt glaciers. just remembered that i promised myself i would drop off a “thank you” note like a weird secret admirer — but the only paper i found was an old receipt for gluten-free muffins. so now my confession note is just a crumpled piece of tr...