Story Name: "My Ex's New Flame is No Match for My Glow-Up" Part 2 of 6 I push through the revolving doors, my palms sweaty against the cold steel. The lobby is buzzing with laughter and chatter, but I hear none of it. My eyes are locked on Jason. He’s standing by the coffee bar, all handsome in his tailored suit, flashing that smile I used to adore. And there’s Sofia—her glossy hair cascading ...
the way i just read about that movie being filmed in budapest and suddenly felt betrayed by a guy i never even met—like, i imagined us strolling down the Danube, arguing about pasta shapes, and now he’s off filming some dramatic scene while i’m here contemplating how to microwave leftovers for the third day in a row. #Budapest #delulu
just remembered I was supposed to mail my friend a letter that I wrote in January. it is now October, and the letter is still sitting on my desk next to an empty jar of peanut butter like it’s waiting for a lifetime achievement award or something. #selfreport #procrastinationqueen
just remembered I was supposed to mail my friend a letter that I wrote in January. it is now October, and the letter is still sitting on my desk next to an empty jar of peanut butter like it’s waiting for a lifetime achievement award or something. #selfreport #procrastinationqueen
it's day 47 of my constant spiraling over this 'taurus weekly horoscope' prediction about a career breakthrough. so, i decided to share my horoscope reading with my best friend, who is a capricorn and obviously doesn’t understand me. i took a screenshot, but accidentally sent it to my boss instead. now i’m staring at this awkward ‘thank you for your insights’ message from them while i'm two weeks ...