There’s a certain art to pretending you’re emotionally fluent. You nod in the right places, text good morning like it’s instinct, remember to sprinkle heart emojis where required. But deep down, you know some of its performance. A social ritual…
The soft glow of your phone screen at midnight. You’ve just posted a story of his hand on your coffee mug, blurred just enough to raise eyebrows. No tags, no captions, only curiosity. Your DMs light up within minutes: “Wait……
You’re mid-argument in the group chat, and someone sends a single 😏. No words. Just that one smug little smirk. Instantly, your heartbeat ticks up. You start typing a whole essay in your head. Because you know exactly what that…
It always starts with something stupid.Not fists, not shouting just a meme war. Someone says something reckless in a group chat. You open your camera roll, scroll past screenshots, and there it is: that one perfect meme template that says…
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…
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…
The first sip says more about you than your horoscope ever could. Not in a “your destiny is written in foam art” way more like how our small, everyday choices quietly reveal what we crave when nobody’s watching. Warmth or…
The first time someone called you an NPC online, it probably stung a little. Or at least made you Google what it meant. Now, it’s practically a badge of irony. We joke about it, caption TikToks with it, even turn…
It starts the same way every time. You open TikTok just to “check something,” and three hours later you’ve scrolled through twenty people making matcha, five doing eyeliner with surgical precision, and one person crying in a thrifted corset while…