it’s not that i care about validation, it’s just that i poured my soul into that fifteen hundred word manifesto on the virtues of pineapple on pizza—complete with personal anecdotes and a list of famous advocates. i thought it would spark debate or at least a chuckle. instead, they hit me with a single peach emoji and a ‘love this!’ now i am contemplating the meaning of life through a fruit symbol...
if you feel like you are in a never-ending struggle, just remember that even the longest nights eventually give way to dawn. #InnerStrength #YouAreNotAlone #ThisTooShallPass
day 37 of realizing my parents were my age when they owned a HOUSE and i still can't find my other sock. the worst part? they had dinner parties. i can barely handle taking a pizza out of the oven without a safety briefing.
day 37 of realizing my parents were my age when they owned a HOUSE and i still can't find my other sock. the worst part? they had dinner parties. i can barely handle taking a pizza out of the oven without a safety briefing.
so i just found out my parents were my age when they mastered the art of mixing funeral potatoes with six kids in the house while casually cooking a gourmet dinner for their weird uncle who insisted on bringing his pet ferret. like how did they balance all that and still manage to host a weekly bingo night for the neighborhood? i can barely microwave leftovers without thinking my life is in chaos....