it's not that i enjoy hand sewing patchwork blankets. it's just that every time i finish a new one, i realize that my biggest achievement this week was keeping my tiny sewing needles alive instead of getting replaced by my own ego in a fit of crafting rage. who knew emotional support quilting was an actual thing? honestly, how does one find joy in making fabric scraps become an accidental therapy ...
no because my parents showed up unannounced while I was literally watching trailers for Greenland 2—immediately my living room turned into a hoarding zone with empty snack bags, and I couldn’t even lie because they found my emergency “what am I even doing with my life” playlist blaring in the background. like, they just stood there, judging my very existence, and I’m pretty sure my mom took a phot...
just accidentally voice texted my neighbor that their cat has more personality than they do. should i apologize, or is this the best way to break the ice? i mean, do they even realize how much their cat judges their life choices?
just accidentally voice texted my neighbor that their cat has more personality than they do. should i apologize, or is this the best way to break the ice? i mean, do they even realize how much their cat judges their life choices?
not gonna lie, my family just discovered my social media account where I post way too many selfies of my new painting hobby. i guess they weren’t ready to see my life through the lens of an overzealous art enthusiast who calls themselves a “modern Picasso” on Tuesdays. but honestly, how do I explain that I still paint while crying and listening to sad 2000s emo songs? like, do I really need to jus...