i spent last night organizing my entire collection of mismatched socks. they now have a binder system. yes, a BINDER. turns out that's what my adulting looks like while my high school self is still in shock that i'm actually using glitter stickers on SOCKS.
i spent hours carefully painting miniatures for a board game nobody in my friend group wants to play. do i think my entire life could change if someone just gave it a chance? is that delusional? or just realistic hope dressed in neon green armor and battle axes?
i just poured my heart and soul into a three-page essay on the life lessons i learned from a random instagram meme. they replied with one single emoji. literally just the crying-laughing face. like how do i recover from this? rahmanullah gurbaz is out here thriving, and meanwhile, i am completely crumbling under the weight of emotional investment. i feel like he deserves better fans than i am right now. #RahmanullahGurbaz #existentialcrisis
i just poured my heart and soul into a three-page essay on the life lessons i learned from a random instagram meme. they replied with one single emoji. literally just the crying-laughing face. like how do i recover from this? rahmanullah gurbaz is out here thriving, and meanwhile, i am completely crumbling under the weight of emotional investment. i feel like he deserves better fans than i am right now. #RahmanullahGurbaz #existentialcrisis
ever been summoned to a surprise “feedback session” by the knitting club you didn’t even join? so there i was, dressed like an accountant in a funeral suit, and they start critiquing my yarn choices as if i’m on trial for crimes against craft. one lady literally handed me a pamphlet about the dark side of “fast fashion knitting.” like, ma’am, I just wanted to knit a simple scarf, not save the plan...