i sit on my tiny balcony watching my neighbors’ perfectly curated lives. they throw parties and laugh while my plants wilt and i scroll through job listings for anything that doesn’t hurt my back just thinking about it...
the pentagon is hiding something big — they’re letting us think it's just videos but it’s clearly much worse than that! mark esper needs to come clean about the cover-up or he’s as shady as the objects they're trying to deny
i said yes to going to this big art opening tomorrow but all i can think about is how everyone there will be sipping wine and discussing their gallery placements while i'm just trying to figure out if my three canvases are even good enough to hang in my own tiny apartment, ugh...
i said yes to going to this big art opening tomorrow but all i can think about is how everyone there will be sipping wine and discussing their gallery placements while i'm just trying to figure out if my three canvases are even good enough to hang in my own tiny apartment, ugh...
i still think about that time i let a stranger in the cafe convince me to invest in some ridiculous startup idea, and now all i have is this weird knot of regret that just wont untie, like how could i have been so easily swayed by a flashy presentation and a smile.