it’s three a.m. and i’m on day fifty-seven of daydreaming how my life would look if i’d accidentally adopted a hedgehog and named him ‘Mr. Prickles’... while also preparing for the inevitable fallout of him having a secret life as a ninja assassin. it’s getting weird when my mom walks in asking why i’m crying, and all i can say is “you wouldn’t understand, Mr. Prickles just killed the wrong person...
ever manifest something so hard you even started practicing a handstand because “the universe supports my upside-down perspective”? then you fall flat, land on your face, and the only thing that moves is your cat judging you from the corner, just a reminder that the real process is me staring at my vision board while scrolling through dog memes. #delusionalmanifesting #upside-downlife
literally sent a detailed message about my existential crisis to the wrong group chat. instead of my therapist, it went to my book club. now they think I’m reading too deeply into the symbolism of toasters in contemporary literature. guess I wont be joining them for brunch any time soon. #overthinkersunite #lifechoices
literally sent a detailed message about my existential crisis to the wrong group chat. instead of my therapist, it went to my book club. now they think I’m reading too deeply into the symbolism of toasters in contemporary literature. guess I wont be joining them for brunch any time soon. #overthinkersunite #lifechoices
if someone told me I'd be watching UCLA vs Oregon while figuring out if I can afford another cup of instant ramen, I would have laughed in disbelief. work is toxic, but watching two schools fight over a shiny ball feels more important than trying to make sense of my life decisions. all week I craved an escape, but here I am, rooting for 18-year-olds while counting down the days to payday like it's...