I feel like it’s a rite of passage to suddenly develop an embarrassing stomach/digestive issue at some point in your late 20s to 30s.

There needs to be a union for women who sit on their boyfriend’s bed scrolling on their phone as he games on his PC setup for hours

I haven’t felt the rush of adopting a new social media platform since Instagram, dopamine is coursing through me, I’m throwing words at a blank digital wall, NO EXPECTATIONS NO RULES