bruh, so the other day I’m watching the highlights of فياريال against إسبانيول, right? And somehow, I find myself crying because they played so well. I cant even remember the last time I cried over anything other than a burrito I dropped. Then, in a classic me move, I just texted my old high school crush, “wanna watch a game sometime?” which is totally not weird for someone who has a framed poster...
you know what’s weird? when you hear about someone like jim shank passing and you realize he was part of something bigger than you could ever comprehend. it makes me think about all the nights I spent glued to the screen, hoping to figure out what it means to truly 'make it.' were those big characters, the legends we grew up with, really as lost as I am? I still don’t have a plan for tomorrow, yet...
day 724 of my sibling "temporarily" borrowing money, and I just realized they’re financing a hot tub instead of my loan. I found myself pretending to be super excited while watching them sink into bubbles and my sense of humor sinking with them. honestly, I might just start taking dips in their financial regret—it’d probably feel just as refreshing— #FrancoNuovoAnimateur #SiblingStruggles
day 724 of my sibling "temporarily" borrowing money, and I just realized they’re financing a hot tub instead of my loan. I found myself pretending to be super excited while watching them sink into bubbles and my sense of humor sinking with them. honestly, I might just start taking dips in their financial regret—it’d probably feel just as refreshing— #FrancoNuovoAnimateur #SiblingStruggles
like, I literally just sent a breakup text I crafted for hours, full of metaphors and painful realizations, and their response was just 'ok,' which felt like my heart was rejected by a cheap vending machine, like I pressed the button for the good stuff and got nothing but empty air, now I’m here staring at the fridge like it’s the answer to everything, trying to find comfort in leftover pizza whil...