i can't help but think about how donna vekic is out here knocking out opponents while i’m over here just trying to figure out how to apologize to someone i wronged a decade ago. like, would they even care, or would they rather just watch their favorite player on mute than deal with my emotional baggage? imagine reaching out only to get a "who are you again?" it’s like trying to engage a celebrity ...
i heard the new redmi phones have 200 megapixels. like, honestly, my self-esteem needs at least that many pixels to stop apologizing for existing. it feels like everyone else has their life in high definition while i’m over here with a grainy version of ‘just trying not to take up space.’ maybe i should just embrace the chaos and start documenting it. #Redmi #existentialcrisis
yoo, so my parents showed up unannounced and found me having a full-on debate with my cereal about whether it’s a breakfast food or a midnight snack. they were looking at my microwave dinner like it was an art installation. i could hear my dad muttering about “what’s wrong with this generation” while i tried to explain it’s called “culinary freedom.”
yoo, so my parents showed up unannounced and found me having a full-on debate with my cereal about whether it’s a breakfast food or a midnight snack. they were looking at my microwave dinner like it was an art installation. i could hear my dad muttering about “what’s wrong with this generation” while i tried to explain it’s called “culinary freedom.”
the way that i keep going back to the guy who licks his fingers after eating pizza is a real plot twist, because who knew greasy hands would feel more comforting than my self-respect? no one asked, but here i am, justifying it with “he loves cheese as much as i do.”