not gonna lie, i accidentally hearted my own message while excitedly scrolling through the night lottery results. it was a wild moment, like hitting the jackpot on a text nobody else saw. then i remembered my cousin just called to ask if i would lend him money to pay off his debt because he thought he won, but surprise, surprise, he didn't. now i’m questioning if manifesting an imaginary windfall ...
literally just spent my last five dollars on a tiny cactus because like, I really need it to complete my aesthetic. meanwhile, I still don't have the twenty dollars for that life-changing book on adulting that I keep telling myself I'll read while I stare at my half-dead succulents.
literally spent an entire afternoon crafting a heartfelt argument against a fan account of a fictional character who was rude to MY favorite character. just to realize it was run by a twelve year old who thinks liking strawberries makes them unique. at that point, i felt less like an intellectual and more like a confused avocado in a fruit salad.
literally spent an entire afternoon crafting a heartfelt argument against a fan account of a fictional character who was rude to MY favorite character. just to realize it was run by a twelve year old who thinks liking strawberries makes them unique. at that point, i felt less like an intellectual and more like a confused avocado in a fruit salad.
it's not that i don't like making handmade soap. it's just that when i turned down that artisan fair spot, i didn't realize someone else would launch a SOAP EMPIRE off my rejection. i’m now watching them host workshops and sell their creations for what seems like RICHES. i thought i’d just binge-watch how-to videos on soap-making instead. does anyone else feel that this is a betrayal of artisanal ...