so, like, I totally accidentally shared a search history with my coworker— you know, the one that started as just, uh, "charles leclerc?" then somehow spiraled into articles about race strategies, memes, and fan theories on why his hair is so perfect— I didn’t even think he noticed, but the way he looked at me, like I’m some kind of obsessed teenager. now I’m in this weird limbo, pretending not to...
honestly, i kept waiting for the perfect moment to text that barista who smiled at me every morning for six months. you know, just to ask them out or something casual. literally, the next day, i see they’re serving coco gauff and elina svitolina, so now they are dating a professional athlete. my life is basically a rom-com plot twist where i miss the deadline, and all i can do is drink this lukewa...
literally, I was scrolling through old photos and found this picture of me wearing a pineapple-shaped hat, thinking I looked SO COOL. I was actually really proud of that look back then. Now I look at it and think, was I really *growing* or just temporarily losing my mind? Maybe my personal growth was just my style choices maturing, but then again, do I miss the girl who could pull off fruit headwear? I honestly don’t know, but I’m also *pretty sure* my next Halloween costume is going to involve a LOT more regret.
literally, I was scrolling through old photos and found this picture of me wearing a pineapple-shaped hat, thinking I looked SO COOL. I was actually really proud of that look back then. Now I look at it and think, was I really *growing* or just temporarily losing my mind? Maybe my personal growth was just my style choices maturing, but then again, do I miss the girl who could pull off fruit headwear? I honestly don’t know, but I’m also *pretty sure* my next Halloween costume is going to involve a LOT more regret.
last night, I stumbled upon a family secret that explained why my cousin’s always convinced we’re actually descendants of the Royal Family. turns out, Great Aunt Edna was once married to a guy who claimed he was the "next King" of some obscure island nobody’s ever heard of. now I’m half expecting to be crowned at the next family reunion while my cousin dabs glitter on his face like he’s manifestin...