It offends me when fic writers write other ships. Like, your mind should be monopolised by my current obsessions. You can never fall out of love before I do.
The crux of following a sport is that someone else’s life is happening and you’re convincing yourself you’re sharing in the experience rather than just a witness to it.
Zara dupe perfumes are like those low calorie frozen desserts when you want proper ice cream but are on a diet. An inferior substitute and pale imitation designed to stem the craving when you can’t afford the real thing.
I am the definition of hedonic treadmill. From buying Sonoma Bakery bread only when slashed to 1/2 price at day’s end from Coles to forking out $14.64 for the AP Bakery Fenugreek and Sesame Sourdough (sliced, 1% surcharge, thanking my lucky stars they even have it in store).
Browsing DPS duty free, bought two Bali Darlings perfumes impulsively (rookie mistake). Now I’m home, Uluwatu Sunset = Jo Malone Wood Sage & Sea Salt and Sun-kissed in Canggu smells so mature and overpoweringly floral with none of the passionfruit or coconut I must’ve imagined.
It’s funny when something you feel is incredibly overpriced (e.g. Godiva Dubai chocolate block at $35 for 180g) is also sold out. Like, move your impoverished ass out of the way for the serious people.
Search some generic stan comment like “this is the best he’s ever looked” & you get pics of random dudes in music or sport each with their own fandoms and there’s something to be said in the specificity of what they notice and how the most beautiful person is the one you love.
The only good thing about being a millennial and 10 years older than your mental or desired age is we grew up when Twitter, Tumblr, Gmail, Instagram came up so had the chance to create single dictionary word handles while emo teenagers that people covet now.