Why Profound Thoughts Are Curated From The Toilet Seat
You know Zedd’s hit song Clarity? It’s not a serenade to a timeless lover, no, but a tribute to the sweet minutes of solace when one takes a dump. Yes, I said it.
You know Zedd’s hit song Clarity? It’s not a serenade to a timeless lover, no, but a tribute to the sweet minutes of solace when one takes a dump. Yes, I said it.
I have dabbled in take-out, ventured to frozen/canned meals, explored the questionable terrains known as the campus cafeteria, initiated a lovesick affair with ramen that verged on abusive and plunged half-heartedly into the salad world.
You’ve considered dating but like, take out is easier.
You regress to being a child as you tiptoe around your tragically unfurnished place but mom is not an option.
This is the pinky lifting of small talk.
Kissing sober would imply you’ve had a significant other (non-feline, that is). But like, where do you even find one? Can’t just pick it up at a Costco.
Optimism and depression comes in the form of LinkedIn.
“For the love of God do not scroll too far back in my Facebook photos. There’s a blatant awkward phase and I’m not sure if unconditional love is possible after that”
It’s a shameful feeling we hate ourselves for – to surrender our worth to a network we barely know, care or even like. But their collective judgement matters. It matters in our perpetual pursuit to live glossy lives online.