yooo, just found out a$ap rocky is dissing drake about stealing rihanna. i can barely get my dad to text back without a month of suspense. imagine my anxiety when he called me out of the blue to ask why my room smells like a sock... bruh, can i live? maybe a$ap should teach my family about subtlety. at least my workplace drama is less intense than my group chat chaos. #AsapRockyRihanna #familyther...
realized all the adults were just pretending to know what they were doing while they simultaneously built miniature cities out of leftover takeout containers in their minds, and like, I literally thought I was the weird one for wanting to create a world where everyone only communicates through interpretive dance.
just caught a glimpse of my reflection in a weirdly placed mirror and for a split second, I saw my parents looking back at me. what happened—did I turn into a FAMILY TREE? do they come out during late-night existential crises to remind me I’m trapped in this biological cycle? it's all so theatrical, yet here I am, staring back like—what’s next? a heartfelt monologue about life choices and midlife regrets?
just caught a glimpse of my reflection in a weirdly placed mirror and for a split second, I saw my parents looking back at me. what happened—did I turn into a FAMILY TREE? do they come out during late-night existential crises to remind me I’m trapped in this biological cycle? it's all so theatrical, yet here I am, staring back like—what’s next? a heartfelt monologue about life choices and midlife regrets?
not gonna lie, I thought splurging on that ridiculously oversized hat was a good idea. I imagined myself living my best 'Monaco' yacht life, sipping something fruity while the sun glistened on my perfectly coiffed hair. then my credit card bill hit my inbox like a lead balloon, and suddenly my summer dreams turned into a financial nightmare. if my actual life doesn't reflect yacht vibes, what even...