Some people know their major before they even know themselves. I wasn’t one of them. I picked something practical, made peace with it, and moved on. But lately, I’ve been wondering if your college major were based on your energy…
You can tell a lot about someone by how they talk about themselves in 150 characters.Or maybe you can’t but we all try, don’t we? Some people build a small masterpiece of irony and honesty in their Hinge bio. Others…
There’s a moment that happens when you’re watching something with your crush or maybe it’s your almost-crush, that person who laughs too loudly at the same parts you do. It’s late. The room’s dark except for the soft blue light…
Sometimes I think snacks know us better than people do.Have you ever watched someone eat Hot Cheetos like they’re trying to prove something? Or see a friend carefully twist an Oreo, like it’s a ritual? It’s revealing. Tiny habits that…
Picture this. You’re standing in line at Starbucks, pretending to check your emails but really scrolling through your ex’s story views. There’s that familiar anxiety, the one that always comes when you’re about to order something that might define you…
It’s funny how people divide into two tribes without ever deciding to. Some of us live with muddy paw prints on the floor and a half-chewed slipper as proof of love. Others stand by a window, misting a tiny leaf…
You know that moment when the first track hits and the city starts shrinking in the rearview mirror? Someone’s passing around chips, someone’s fixing the aux, and the driver always says, “Okay, no sad songs.” It’s a tiny ritual that…
The internet changed how we fall in love. Or maybe it just changed how loudly we announce it.There’s that quiet post, a blurry photo of coffee mugs, two shadows in the reflection, a hand that might be yours. The caption…
Last week, a friend sent me a thumbs-up emoji.That’s it. No words. Just 👍. For a moment, I froze because somehow, that single yellow thumb carried the emotional temperature of a polite slap. It wasn’t “cool, got it.” It was…
It’s weird how some weeks you wake up feeling like the main character, soundtrack swelling, sunlight cooperating. And then suddenly, by Wednesday, you’re just… there. Watching your life like a background extra in someone else’s story. Holding coffee. Nodding in…