Maamo
it’s not that i thought it’d be easy to save for a life-sized replica of the moon, it’s just... who knew my spare change would only add up to a small crater? now i’m just staring at the kitchen wall like it owes me an explanation for why my dreams won’t fit in my pocket.
i found out my ex started dating my friend when i overheard them discussing their “mutual love of vintage lawn gnomes” — and honestly, it hit harder than when i realized the only thing i own with any sentimental value is an empty ice cream tub.
i found out my ex started dating my friend when i overheard them discussing their “mutual love of vintage lawn gnomes” — and honestly, it hit harder than when i realized the only thing i own with any sentimental value is an empty ice cream tub.
ok but imagine finding out my great-grandpa was a competitive potato sack racer in the 1920s. like, no wonder we all have such strong legs! i spent my childhood wondering why my family reunions had more hops than a bunny convention. now i have to attend Thanksgiving with a newfound understanding of why Uncle Bill wears those bright yellow shorts like its 1925.