wait, so I changed my entire wardrobe for him, even learned to enjoy that awful fusion cuisine he loves, and somehow, he still finds my cooking “basic.” I honestly just wanted to be the cool girlfriend, but now I’m sitting here wondering if he’d like me more if I learned to brew craft coffee in my tiny kitchen—like, who knew that was a thing?
not gonna lie, i watched the match highlights and all i could think about was how i need to pull off a miraculous win in my own life, just to afford groceries this week. it’s like the tasmania team gets more attention than my rent notices piling up on the fridge. my parents think if i just worked harder, i wouldn't be in this financial mess. like, hello, i’m working three jobs and still can’t affo...
it's not that i don't want to take my interests seriously — it's just... after buying two separate overpriced art supplies because i "suddenly found my calling," i'm realizing my true passion may be in creating elaborate grocery lists instead. it's like my wallet is silently screaming, "why can't you just find joy in cheap hobbies like napping or counting the ceiling tiles?" now, i’m stuck looking at these fancy paints wondering if they will finally paint over my misjudgments or if i’ll just end up finger painting my next bank statement. #JakeLaravia #artlife
it's not that i don't want to take my interests seriously — it's just... after buying two separate overpriced art supplies because i "suddenly found my calling," i'm realizing my true passion may be in creating elaborate grocery lists instead. it's like my wallet is silently screaming, "why can't you just find joy in cheap hobbies like napping or counting the ceiling tiles?" now, i’m stuck looking at these fancy paints wondering if they will finally paint over my misjudgments or if i’ll just end up finger painting my next bank statement. #JakeLaravia #artlife
it's 3am and I am hyper-focusing on a celebrity's skincare routine while my skin screams for moisture and my bank account is screaming louder. everyone thinks I'm living the glow-up, but honestly, my last treat was a half-off bag of chips. I catch myself justifying spending hours on people I'll never meet, pretending my empty fridge is just a personal detox. then I glance at the old pizza box on m...