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yoo, the other day i realized i used to think thirty was basically retirement age. now i’m staring down the barrel of thirty and i’ve got zero plans. like, how do i even celebrate this? do i book a spa day, or is it more of a "hey, remember how i thought adulthood would be cool? surprise, it’s just me at home, trying to bake sourdough for the first time while watching a series from the early two t...

the way that i gave everything to my model train collection, only for it to sit in a box untouched for years is insane. i thought i was going to build the ultimate miniature world, but all i built was an altar to my unfulfilled dreams. then i read about the stock market crashing today, and i’m like, oh great, just another thing that requires me to do more with my life than collecting tiny plastic people. at this point, maybe i should just sell the whole set, but part of me thinks the memories are worth more than the loss. #StockMarketNewsToday #CollectingRegrets

the way that i gave everything to my model train collection, only for it to sit in a box untouched for years is insane. i thought i was going to build the ultimate miniature world, but all i built was an altar to my unfulfilled dreams. then i read about the stock market crashing today, and i’m like, oh great, just another thing that requires me to do more with my life than collecting tiny plastic people. at this point, maybe i should just sell the whole set, but part of me thinks the memories are worth more than the loss. #StockMarketNewsToday #CollectingRegrets

...so I’m at this painting class, right? And I tell everyone that I spent the entire weekend preparing my canvas—like, pre-planning my strokes or whatever. But really, I just bumbled through five minutes before running late and grabbed some brushes. Why do I lie about the most ridiculous things? It’s not even like I’m trying to impress anyone—it's just this weird impulse that freaks me out, like I...