this is like when I thrifted a shirt in chicago, wore it on a trip to nyc, and a lady on the train stopped me to say she designed it 6 years ago and there were like 30 of them ever made
broke up in-person with someone yesterday who I’ve been seeing casually for a couple months and she was like “ok sure, totally get it. do you still wanna go get dinner?” and I said yes
whenever i see people use "sonder" like a real word, i always want to correct them and say that this is a fake term invented over a decade ago by a tumblr poetry page called “the dictionary of obscure sorrows.” but then i would have to admit to Knowing That
should clarify this was sort of a unique case bc we mostly broke up for practical reasons — i’m moving out of state in like 3 months, i’m gonna be out of town a bunch before then, and we have bad schedule compatibility etc
this is an 800 sqft apartment. if you think this is too small for one person to live in, you are either (a) insanely privileged and out of touch, or (b) hopelessly pudding-brained
I went to the gas station last week to buy a diet coke and when the cashier asked "how's it going" I responded with my usual "livin' the dream." he then asked me "but is it YOUR dream" and I just stood there for 10 seconds as my ego crumbled into a small pile of soot and ashes
