Sunday resets used to mean something simple.Wash your hair, change the bedsheets, maybe text back the friends you ghosted all week. But now, the internet has turned it into a ritual. There are color-coded planners, turmeric lattes, linen robes, and…
It starts the same way every weekend. You tell yourself you’ll just grab a few things, a bottle of oat milk, maybe some detergent and twenty minutes later, you’re pushing a red cart like it’s a spiritual exercise. The aisles…
You can tell who a person is by looking at their dorm room.Not in a creepy way just the small things. The way their blanket’s half-tucked. The photos taped unevenly to the wall. The mug that’s been washed a hundred…
Picture this.You walk into a house already humming with bass. Shoes pile near the door. A ring light glows in the corner. Someone’s arguing over the playlist, another is pouring cola into half-empty glasses of rum. You hover for a…
Picture this. It’s late. You’re half-scrolling, half-thinking about that one person who still hasn’t texted back, when suddenly your feed explodes Taylor and Travis at another game, or Kylie and Timothée sharing that blink-and-you’ll-miss-it look courtside.And for a moment, you…
It starts the same way every time. Someone, somewhere, films a close-up of melted cheese dripping in slow motion. A caption flashes: “You have to try this.” Suddenly, ten million people do. The algorithm doesn’t care if it’s edible, it…
You open Instagram intending to check one message. Five minutes later, you’re knee-deep in someone’s vacation montage set to a trending audio, debating whether to post that one sunset video you’ve been hoarding since July. You know the one slightly…
It’s funny how our lives can be mapped in songs. The first time you felt heartbreak? You probably played All Too Well until your phone battery gave up. The night you swore off dating apps but still opened one anyway?…
It starts with the shoes. You know, the ones you convince yourself are “for running” but somehow only ever see morning sunlight when you’re emotionally spiraling or trying to clear your head before work. The air feels a little different…
There’s a version of you who’s already living in a messy dorm somewhere, late for an 8 AM lecture, surviving on noodles and the thrill of Wi-Fi that actually works. But here’s the real question: who’s sitting on the other…