i just turned down this huge opportunity to showcase my artwork at a gallery. i spent weeks doubting myself. now, as i sit at home binge-watching a reality show, the new star is literally using my idea. i can't decide what's more painful—realizing my procrastination just cost me my chance, or hearing them describe my vision on national television. like, what am i doing with my life? #SaturdayBankH...
just found out about those megan thee stallion cups and my heart sank. i made an entire vision board around a future where me and megan were best friends, working out together, using those cups. then reality hit. my actual friends don’t even respond to my texts about getting coffee. now i'm picturing her sipping out of that cup while i’m over here reheating day-old pizza, again. #MeganTheeStallion...
ok but my bathroom scale is my ex's new girlfriend, I step on it daily hoping it’ll show me different numbers. Spoiler alert: it never does. It just stares back with that smug, "this is not your moment" energy.
ok but my bathroom scale is my ex's new girlfriend, I step on it daily hoping it’ll show me different numbers. Spoiler alert: it never does. It just stares back with that smug, "this is not your moment" energy.
it's not that I’m having an existential crisis looking in the mirror, it’s just that I didn't sign up for a reflection featuring my parents' facial expressions during their worst arguments. like, one moment I'm fixing my hair, and the next, I’m staring into a time portal where my mom is yelling about socks and my dad is secretly judging the taco night choices. honestly, if I have to give a present...