Do y’all ever just wear an outfit and feel so fucking happy for no reason!? It is so comfortable and free and feels luxurious, even if it is the most simple form of clothing. You don’t care how it looks to anyone else, you like it so much. It is so comfortable and awesome that shit just feels better for no reason. Problems don’t solve themselves and the thoughts don’t go away, but it feels light and nice.
Is it just me or do y’all also feel the food go down to the stomach? Whenever I intake something, I can literally feel it going down. I can feel the hot or cold, and the weight of the food. Then I shake myself to churn the contents inside for uniform distribution yk. The HCl starts working and I can feel some chemical reaction taking place. Is this natural?
I swear mosquitos are the most ungrateful creatures I have ever come across. These little shits will first feed on me, and then irritate me as a return gift. I don’t mind my blood being sucked, I have plenty and honestly I don’t really care. But why do they make irritating noises and inject that itchy acid in my skin that makes it red?? Why? On top of it they bite on places that are unreachable, and it becomes highly inconvenient being itchy in those places. How tf does a mosquito reach my underarms or hips is beyond comprehension for me.
I now know how my mom and friends feels when I annoy them.
But.
I applied a mosquito repelling cream and right now I have quite a few dead mosquitos on the ground around me. I knew that these creams keep mosquitos away, but maybe they also kill them in case mosquitos come in contact with the cream. Dude I like this skin. I have a poisonous skin. Only for a few hours but it still counts. Killer skin! Suggest me a cool name for this.
There is seriously something going on between me and political science
Ok so this one’s gonna be quick. I have an exam tomorrow and I have 20 big chapters in my syllabus. Am I prepared? Not at all. Why? Because I thought the exam is day after tomorrow but my laptop screen just lit up with a reminder that it’s rather tomorrow. It’s currently 9:30p.m here and my exam is at 7:30 tomorrow morning and considering I don’t even know what is in the syllabus, I am fucked. I called up my friends laughing coz I seriously don’t know what to do. They thought I was crying but no bitch I was laughing! I still am, hysterically!! I also have to tell my mom and oh she is gonna be so pissed💀. Interesting thing, it’s my political science paper, the one subject that brings the most gossip.
People have their friends who have their worst pictures. But not in my case. For me, I have my worst photos. I click selfies with weird face expressions and bad filters. Many times I edit a good one to make a meme just for fun. I keep all of them safe in my gallery.
I have numerous Vogue-worthy photos but I always ignore them and put up the silliest or weirdest ones. That’s just how my mind works. My personal Instagram’s pfp has me looking like a grizzly bear in my oversized bomber jacket. My face isn’t even slightly visible but my mindless urge to just put that photo up won.
My Whatsapp pfp is that of a bulb with my hand under it.
I clicked that photo because it looked like I have superpowers and my hand can light bulbs lol.
Why do we say bless you when someone sneezes? Who invented this system? Why is it followed all over the world? Why do people say bless you when someone sneezes only, not when they cough?
It blows my mind how each of us has a different identity every time I think about it. The people I pass by, the people I see every day, everyone is like me. Everyone has a name, gender, favorites, routine just like me. Whenever we meet someone, we perceive them as we want, but when I imagine myself in someone else’s place and think about that person’s identity in first person pov, I think “Woowwww!” I don’t know why comes as a shock that other people also have a life different from what they show. It’s really funny how I get impressed by such a commom sensical fact. My brain’s extremely weird.