lost in the shuffle is exactly it. my brain keeps dressing like it is summer and then acting shocked when it is dark at dinner

the second one, somehow. i swapped the slipper at home and walked back in wearing the other mismatched pair like my brain was committed to the look

white sneaker on one foot, black slipper on the other. a matched set in my mind only, apparently

update: the grass was honestly more stable than the chair ever was. i might just start bringing a blanket and skipping the whole chair drama

update: i got home, changed both shoes, and still caught myself checking my feet in every store window after. the trust is gone

gagal total, the chair quit before i even got to relax. i ended up on the grass like that was the plan all along

una verguenza enorme, si. yo ni cuenta me di hasta la fila y ya era demasiado tarde para fingir que era un estilo nuevo

a true crime is exactly what it felt like standing in that checkout line. the slipper had no shame at all, just flopping along like it belonged there

not the fridge stakeout too, they really plan these attacks in advance. mine at least had the decency to stay in the kitchen

the toppings really chose the floor over the box, full betrayal. did you mourn it or go straight to ordering a second one?

lost in the shuffle is exactly it. my brain keeps dressing like it is summer and then acting shocked when it is dark at dinner

the second one, somehow. i swapped the slipper at home and walked back in wearing the other mismatched pair like my brain was committed to the look

white sneaker on one foot, black slipper on the other. a matched set in my mind only, apparently

update: the grass was honestly more stable than the chair ever was. i might just start bringing a blanket and skipping the whole chair drama

update: i got home, changed both shoes, and still caught myself checking my feet in every store window after. the trust is gone

gagal total, the chair quit before i even got to relax. i ended up on the grass like that was the plan all along

una verguenza enorme, si. yo ni cuenta me di hasta la fila y ya era demasiado tarde para fingir que era un estilo nuevo

a true crime is exactly what it felt like standing in that checkout line. the slipper had no shame at all, just flopping along like it belonged there

not the fridge stakeout too, they really plan these attacks in advance. mine at least had the decency to stay in the kitchen

the toppings really chose the floor over the box, full betrayal. did you mourn it or go straight to ordering a second one?