i realized that between my random purchases of obscure fantasy novels and overpriced mugs that just sit on the shelf, i could have hosted my own WTA tournament in my living room, but here i am, watching tatiana prozorova knock out her opponent instead of knocking out my credit card debt. honestly, if anyone needs me, i’ll be over here questioning my life choices while pretending i’m just “collecti...
wait. remember that argument I had with the guy at the bookstore about the best way to shelve poetry? well, all night I replayed what I should have said—like how his opinion was like putting a square peg in a round hole while I was just trying to see the beauty in all the chaos. and then it hit me—why was I even wasting my thoughts on someone who gets emotional over Dewey Decimal?
yooo, so i looked in the mirror the other day and honestly, for a second, it felt like my parents were looking back at me. not because they were ghosting me, but because i was contemplating whether to get that new redmi phone instead of fixing my shower that’s basically a sprinkler system at this point. the dramatic inner turmoil was real, but also, with a 200MP camera, my excuses for taking awful selfies just vanished into thin air! but what’s the point of capturing my sad shower moments when the world still won’t even give me a basic goodnight text? #Redmi #justsaying
yooo, so i looked in the mirror the other day and honestly, for a second, it felt like my parents were looking back at me. not because they were ghosting me, but because i was contemplating whether to get that new redmi phone instead of fixing my shower that’s basically a sprinkler system at this point. the dramatic inner turmoil was real, but also, with a 200MP camera, my excuses for taking awful selfies just vanished into thin air! but what’s the point of capturing my sad shower moments when the world still won’t even give me a basic goodnight text? #Redmi #justsaying
no because when they tripped at the karaoke bar, like, it was literally the best moment of my year. i mean, they spent all night flaunting their vocal skills, and then they went flying while attempting to hit a high note. and the way their face turned beet red while the entire place went silent for two seconds before bursting into laughter? chef’s kiss. if only they knew i had secretly trained my ...