the moment i realized that adulthood is just a continuous cycle of moving furniture and misplacing your heart in the process. like, is anyone else tired from that ONE time they tried to assemble an IKEA bookshelf alone and felt their life flash before their eyes? because why is it that now i only find love in the way my barista's hand brushes the espresso machine while we lock eyes for precisely o...
not gonna lie, I just accidentally sent the screenshot of my old rants about work drama to my boss instead of my best friend. now I'm spiraling, thinking that if she chokes on her morning coffee reading my feelings on office fridge etiquette, it might be the last conversation we ever have. somehow, it makes the whole "ao open" tennis fiasco feel less disastrous. at least my crushes are just chokin...
just realized my entire adult life revolves around pretending to be productive. i have a pristine “to-do” list. it’s color-coded, I even highlight things. but every time I try to do something real, I end up scrolling through baby names for kids I’ll never have, or googling the best way to fry an egg. I might be a professional procrastinator masquerading as a “grown-up.”
just realized my entire adult life revolves around pretending to be productive. i have a pristine “to-do” list. it’s color-coded, I even highlight things. but every time I try to do something real, I end up scrolling through baby names for kids I’ll never have, or googling the best way to fry an egg. I might be a professional procrastinator masquerading as a “grown-up.”
day 3 of waiting for a text back and I just found out that a random tennis player came back from injuries and now I’m over here still avoiding my gym for fear of becoming a serious athlete, meanwhile they hit me with a 'lol' like it didn’t take them a hundred years to text back, honestly, I might as well start training for a tournament, like, at least then my disappointments would have a shiny tro...