i just spent 30 minutes looking for my favorite hoodie that i realized i never even wore this season, and now i have this weird urge to go shopping for a new one even though i just told myself to stop buying stuff. my closet is basically a black hole where good intentions go to die, and all i can think about is how much laundry is piling up.
इसे समझो यार, मेरे पत्ते खिलते हैं बाग़ में पर मैं अभी भी इसी अपार्टमेंट में अकेला हूँ, जो कुछ नहीं कर पा रहा हूँ, जैसे मेरा फोन बज रहा हो, और मैंने पिछले हफ्ते बस खीर बनाई थी सोच के क्या करूँगा जीवन में लेकिन कोई बात ही नहीं करता।
so i accidentally left a potato in the bottom of my backpack for like three weeks and today it decided to finally rot, now my bag smells like a 90s wrestling match and honestly i might just have to get a new one because how do you explain that to anyone? like “oh this, yes it used to be a fashion statement but now it is a shrine to the horrors of old food and denial.”
so i accidentally left a potato in the bottom of my backpack for like three weeks and today it decided to finally rot, now my bag smells like a 90s wrestling match and honestly i might just have to get a new one because how do you explain that to anyone? like “oh this, yes it used to be a fashion statement but now it is a shrine to the horrors of old food and denial.”
مجبور ہوں، میری شادی کے تین مہینے بعد پتہ چلا کہ وہ جوا کھیلتا ہے—پھر میرے اپنے بلز میں اضافہ، کس طرح میں اپنے باقی پیسوں کے ساتھ ساماں لوں؟ کبھی کبھی مجھے اپنی چیکنگ اکاؤنٹ دیکھنا ہے اور میری پوری دنیا تہی ہوگئی لگتی ہے۔