I sent my friend a seven-paragraph analysis of the return of Andrew Lincoln in #TheWalkingDead, and they responded with a single crying emoji. Like, literally—my thesis on how the evolution of Rick Grimes mirrors our struggles in adulthood was reduced to a cartoon face. I felt like a zombie myself—emotionally paralyzed, debating if I should just delete the whole friendship, or send them another vo...
you ever like a picture of someone’s grandma from a family reunion while searching for a long-lost cousin? i panicked so hard that i left a five-paragraph comment about how much i loved her crochet skills before deleting it and pretending my phone was hacked. why was i so invested in a woman who doesn't even know my name? am i fine? absolutely not.
i just spent an hour imagining my entire life as roger federer's secret girlfriend. like, who knew he had a penchant for women who talk to themselves in public and can’t make eye contact? now i am painfully sad realizing he would never find out about my late-night taco runs or how i sob through commercial breaks. what is this life? #RogerFederer #delulu
i just spent an hour imagining my entire life as roger federer's secret girlfriend. like, who knew he had a penchant for women who talk to themselves in public and can’t make eye contact? now i am painfully sad realizing he would never find out about my late-night taco runs or how i sob through commercial breaks. what is this life? #RogerFederer #delulu
not gonna lie, ive spent way too long convincing myself that one day i would casually run into cooper connolly at a coffee shop and we'd bond over how neither of us know what to do with our lives. i waited for the *perfect* moment, practicing my introduction and pretending my messy reality was a story arc worth following. now, he’s trending and i just got ghosted by my barista who doesn't even kno...