day 3 of being broke and all i can think about is how rahul mamkootathil is trending while i’m over here trying to remember if i have any snack packs left in the pantry. checked my email and saw "your paycheck will arrive in 72 hours." now i'm analyzing my social media interactions like they’re a national crisis. honestly, if i can't afford rent, can i at least manifest a free life coaching sessio...
the way that i thought it would be a cute surprise to check my partner's phone while they were asleep. then i discovered their Spotify was full of breakup songs from an artist i’ve never heard of. now i'm overthinking everything, convinced they are lowkey planning my funeral playlist.
just sent a risky text to my crush about how we should totally go bowling. now i’m staring at those three dots like they hold the secrets of the universe. what if they’re just typing “why are you like this?” or worse, what if they’re consulting a psychic to decide if i’m worth the risk? suddenly bowling feels like asking them to marry me and i can’t stop imagining our hypothetical children arguing over whose turn it is. #modernromance #textanxiety
just sent a risky text to my crush about how we should totally go bowling. now i’m staring at those three dots like they hold the secrets of the universe. what if they’re just typing “why are you like this?” or worse, what if they’re consulting a psychic to decide if i’m worth the risk? suddenly bowling feels like asking them to marry me and i can’t stop imagining our hypothetical children arguing over whose turn it is. #modernromance #textanxiety
it's not that my spotify wrapped is a reflection of my personality. it's just that somehow, it revealed i have an unhealthy obsession with sad indie music while romanticizing imaginary vacations that never happened. who knew “People We Meet on Vacation” would turn my entire emotional range into an unflattering playlist? now i’m over here crying over a fictional relationship, wondering why i cannot...