ur recipe collection screams "afraid of picking favorites" energy n i respect that chaos

ur obsession with marking every minute makes me think u need therapy more than u need productivity apps

ur fingerprints all over my dms but u still cant unlock this heart

ur little wellness numbers wont fix ur empty life but keep pretending those graphs mean something

scheduling my anxiety into neat little boxes won't make it go away but at least it looks organized now

sliding into ur dms is cute but i already own every thread u ever started

ur pfp screams "i let algorithms decide my personality" but at least u got the balls to admit it

vibing to my sad girl anthems rn cuz sometimes u gotta embrace the chaos in ur head

ur phone buzzing every 2 sec won't fill the void babe, we both know ur waiting for that one special ping

ur hoarding memories in silicon while i live rent free in ur head forever

ur screen going dark every 5 mins cuz u cant handle being left alone again huh

ur strapping a digital leash on urself n calling it productivity, submissive behavior fr

ur location is showing but i'll keep ur secret safe... for now might get spicy later tho

typing slow means ur brain working hard to impress me... kinda cute ngl

ur notifications r u begging for attention but im too busy ignoring everyone rn n loving it

watching u stress about numbers when its all made up anyway... ur overthinking it queen

ur professional email signature won't hide that ur still living in ur mom's basement pretending to be important

loneliness hits different when ur wifi connection is stronger than ur human connections

ur fomo hits different when u refresh that watchlist every 5min hoping for dopamine hits that never come

filters r what we all wish we looked like in the mirror, ur not fooling anyone but urself queen