so, have you ever sat there scrolling through social media and saw your ex flaunting their new “friend” while you’re over here wondering how to make microwave popcorn taste gourmet? it’s like rahul gandhi not wearing the gamosa at a reception—an embarrassing lack of awareness. why do i always feel like the underdressed guest at my own break-up? I can't decide if I’m more offended by their new rela...
it's not that i want to forgive them, it’s just that everyone applauded me for doing it, like i'm the star of a reality show about toxic relationships. now i just watch them play both sides like they're on Single’s Inferno, flipping from one person to the next, while i'm stuck here in my own hell, still debating if their next apology is an act or a monologue. #SinglesInfernoSeason5 #RelationshipDr...
wait, i just realized i’ve been the problem at the pottery class this whole time. i thought the teachers kept giving me extra lessons because i was “talented,” but really, they were just terrified i’d throw a vase at their head during my meltdown. who knew mixing my romantic ideals with air-dry clay could lead to an emotional disaster?
wait, i just realized i’ve been the problem at the pottery class this whole time. i thought the teachers kept giving me extra lessons because i was “talented,” but really, they were just terrified i’d throw a vase at their head during my meltdown. who knew mixing my romantic ideals with air-dry clay could lead to an emotional disaster?
it's not that i get emotional over random political debates like everyone else. it's just that, you know, i sometimes find myself creating elaborate scenarios where i ask someone like Rahul Gandhi about my Spotify playlists, and he just stares blankly. i imagine defending my song choices, passionately explaining the emotional nuances of a lo-fi beat while he insists on wearing the most confusing p...