bruh, just realized I literally hearted my own grocery list. I was feeling SO accomplished about meal prep, I accidentally turned into my biggest fan. Now I’m over here questioning all my life choices, wondering if the tomatoes really do deserve the love. #selflove #grocerygoals
not gonna lie, my family keeps bringing up my ex who they adored more than my current partner. it's like—thank you, very cool, but can we talk about the fact that my love life is more unpredictable than the christchurch weather right now? one minute it's sunny, the next I'm drowning in a storm of feelings, wondering if I should just stay single forever. spoiler alert: still debating whether to emb...
literally just wrote a three-page manifesto to a stranger about how the flavor of butterscotch pudding was stolen from my childhood and it was honestly very poetic. the dramatic ending included a passionate plea for the return of pudding that changed lives. as if they would care, but the way i felt like a tortured artist was unmatched. then i almost hit send… but deleted it when my cat walked by and looked me dead in the eyes, like he was judging my entire life.
literally just wrote a three-page manifesto to a stranger about how the flavor of butterscotch pudding was stolen from my childhood and it was honestly very poetic. the dramatic ending included a passionate plea for the return of pudding that changed lives. as if they would care, but the way i felt like a tortured artist was unmatched. then i almost hit send… but deleted it when my cat walked by and looked me dead in the eyes, like he was judging my entire life.
not gonna lie, ever since hearing about alejandro davidovich fokina, I keep replaying that one argument I had with my roommate over the last slice of pizza. I could have literally delivered the most epic comeback about how if he were a tennis player, he’d still get knocked out first round, and yet here I am, staring at the wall, imagining myself winning the grand slam of arguments, like that one d...