I've started to think that my wardrobe is 90% clothes I've kept because they still have the tags on

and 10% clothes I've actually worn, but I'm holding onto the tags as proof that I didn't just buy them to impress myself

He posted on Instagram about 'embracing solitude' and 'finding peace in his own company.'

Then I scrolled down and saw he’d tagged three different photographers in the last week.

I'm at the point where I'm treating every minor setback like it's a dramatic plot twist

I just spilled coffee on my shirt and I'm pretty sure I heard a lone violin playing in the background

I saw this influencer talking about her 'simple, five-minute morning routine' for glowing skin and inner peace.

Mine involves hitting snooze seven times, staring blankly at the ceiling for two, and then frantically trying to remember where I left my coffee mug.