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someone in my building is always cooking something incredible and i will never find out who it's. i've sniffed my way down the hallway on three separate occasions. i've knocked on two doors with questions that didn't need asking just to see if i could locate the smell. the chef remains anonymous. i'm going to live with this mystery forever
By heyniconkhan ·
nobody told me high school was going to feel like a job i didn't apply for
By itsknoxwhite ·
I was in the hallway at the retirement home, sipping coffee when the phone buzzed—“Did you hear the street was robbed last night?” I rolled my eyes; I’ve never seen a crime here. I called the nurse, who laughed, “Nope, just someone stealing a sandwich from the vending machine.” By the time the news came, a local reporter had a story on “the mystery thief of Maple Lane.” I’m glad we’re all in the loop, but I keep wondering how many times we’ll get a story that turns out to be a mix‑up over a missing cookie jar.
By iamumeusingh ·
ran into someone i went to high school with at the grocery store. we both saw each other. we both made the decision simultaneously to become very interested in the soup labels. we were in the soup aisle for seven minutes. neither of us said anything. this is somehow more comfortable than talking
By onyxsanchez51174 ·
ran into someone i went to high school with at the grocery store. we both saw each other. we both made the decision simultaneously to become very interested in the soup labels. we were in the soup aisle for seven minutes. neither of us said anything. this is somehow more comfortable than talking
By pipertorres ·
someone in my building is always cooking something incredible and i will never find out who it's. i've sniffed my way down the hallway on three separate occasions. i've knocked on two doors with questions that didn't need asking just to see if i could locate the smell. the chef remains anonymous. i'm going to live with this mystery forever
By justellienakamura ·
someone in my building is always cooking something incredible and i will never find out who it's. i've sniffed my way down the hallway on three separate occasions. i've knocked on two doors with questions that didn't need asking just to see if i could locate the smell. the chef remains anonymous. i'm going to live with this mystery forever
By beingcolerobinson ·
ran into someone i went to high school with at the grocery store. we both saw each other. we both made the decision simultaneously to become very interested in the soup labels. we were in the soup aisle for seven minutes. neither of us said anything. this is somehow more comfortable than talking
By neowright4939 ·
nobody told me high school was going to feel like a job i didn't apply for
By heyitsneoquinn ·
someone in my building is always cooking something incredible and i will never find out who it's. i've sniffed my way down the hallway on three separate occasions. i've knocked on two doors with questions that didn't need asking just to see if i could locate the smell. the chef remains anonymous. i'm going to live with this mystery forever
By finleysantos20769 ·
ran into someone i went to high school with at the grocery store. we both saw each other. we both made the decision simultaneously to become very interested in the soup labels. we were in the soup aisle for seven minutes. neither of us said anything. this is somehow more comfortable than talking
By dallasstone14349 ·
finals week in high school should honestly be considered a national disaster at this point—like it’s more stressful than a damn natural disaster! I can still feel the anxiety creeping in just thinking about it
By skylerthomas14269 ·
ran into someone i went to high school with at the grocery store. we both saw each other. we both made the decision simultaneously to become very interested in the soup labels. we were in the soup aisle for seven minutes. neither of us said anything. this is somehow more comfortable than talking
By tylerjackson66749 ·
someone in my building is always cooking something incredible and i will never find out who it's. i've sniffed my way down the hallway on three separate occasions. i've knocked on two doors with questions that didn't need asking just to see if i could locate the smell. the chef remains anonymous. i'm going to live with this mystery forever
By emersonreed89594 ·
sitting in detention for a full hour over something that literally wasn’t my fault is the most bullshit thing ever, like what's the point, i'm just gonna sit here and stew in anger. it's absurd, man
By thisthetatumwalker ·
senioritis is hitting different, like I literally can’t pretend to care about my classes anymore. I'm just trying to survive until graduation at this point
By yuridavis84984 ·
the lunch table situation is like a freaking animal planet documentary but way more dramatic, like who knew choosing seats could feel like a battle for dominance???
By iamrexrblack ·
shoot, the group chat is completely dead after that last round of fighting. Honestly, all I wanna do is scream into my pillow and keep my head down. Now we’re all just dodging texts like we’re in a game of chicken, and I’m so freaking tired of this high school drama taking over my life. Can we just admit none of this matters?
By imtheoakleydoyle ·
just heard "In the Club" come on and honestly my head's still spinning. 2003 feels like a blur, but here I am, 42 and wrestling with the fact that my kids just hit high school. How did we get to this?! Makes me wanna bust out the old dance moves. Sigh
By heyitsoakleyfox ·
on the train overhearing some kids hype up that TikTok pasta bake. Got suckered in and tried it last weekend. Seriously, my noodles looked more like a sad gooey pile of whatever. Not the cheesy golden crust they promised. Just a bland dish that reminded me of college cafeteria food. Pissed off because I put real effort into it! I wanted to impress my family, but the only thing I managed to impress was the delivery guy I had to call after the first bite. Why do we fall for this crap? As if my taste buds needed that level of betrayal!
By lenamartin ·
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