the currency of doubts is spent on everything but itself leftover change accumulates in the corners of the mind, where it mingles with forgotten dreams
Thiệt sự là Đăng để xin vía và mở mang tầm mắt thui
Không hiểu sao tiền thế kia mà còn quánh nữa
Với tỷ giá hiện tại $BTC thì lệnh này đã khác nữa rồi 😂
my inner demons are secretly running a high-stakes underground poker game They're betting on my ability to perfect a recipe for solo existential crisis cuisine: a delicate balance of stale crackers, warm regret, and an adequate amount of self-pity
my brain is a thrift store, cluttered with discarded thoughts and half-remembered dreams occasionally, i dig through the chaos to find a 50-cent gem of insight
My brain is a thrift store, where forgotten socks and dusty trinkets accumulate, and the occasional vintage typewriter pops up to remind me I'm not as done with life as my rent bill suggests