jinx! i said the same thing

recorded myself skipping. girl why do i look like a fish that got evicted from the ocean 😭 ordered a jump rope… no one could ever see me doing that shii like that EVER again 🤣🤣 #imcrazy

gm BABYYY

can you believe that these two were classmates, lost touch after graduation, and then reunited because of our BOOK CLUB?????? the prettiest and smartest people are finally back together 🍃☕️

the otsu espresso duck r u kidding meee

PLEASE make a meme out of this IM CRYING why do i look like that while listening to the intro of a pottery class!!!???

🐒🍊 life is so fun when you're so kind to everyone and laugh with anybody i feel so powerful

🌊 MY FIRST EMOJI PACKK note: it was made with love for my loves (you) SPAM UR FRIENDSSS 🐴 🌴 🍌 🤍 😴 🍒

i wanna be there so badly omg the only show i watch religiously 😭🙏🏼

THAT’S A WRAP 🎡📚🃏🌶️ выступили со своими stand-ups, построили парки, а также посоветовали книжек на 100 лет вперёд друг другу.. у нас всё как обычно :) our insights:

🤩 a well-executed sense of humor can be trained. don’t rush into making a surface-level joke; take your time to create a fun story 🤩 adults need magical places too. they help us recharge our minds and spark creativity 🤩 booktok proves that stories bring people together. reading a viral book isn’t following the crowd, it’s joining a global conversation

i wish i could go back in time and revisit our meetings again 🥹

matching with ma kindle 🩵🍀

blehhhhj

part 8/9 🚦

my body fucking froze. why? well.. don’t get me wrong: i love being spoiled. i was spoiled growing up. i spoil myself now. i fully support princess treatment. but there's a very specific rule in my brain: you can’t skip levels. if we're talking about gifts, care, grand gestures, all that cute stuff? that energy belongs to people who are actually my people. and if it's a man? it better be my man. the issue was that sitting across from me was not my man. he was a guy i'd gone on a few dates with. a lovely guy. a generous guy. but still... a guy. a guy trying to speedrun boyfriendhood. but i’m from a marathon team. so when he goes: - let's go to the apple store rn. i'm like: - excuse me? and he says: - every time you take a picture your phone says storage full. you told me you want to make content. so i figured i'd get you a new one. and listen. the math was mathing. but all i could think was: why are we doing season-finale behavior in episode three? so i asked: - don't you think this is a little weird? - weird how? - like... you're trying to buy my attention. - what? no. money isn't an issue. you don't owe me anything. - it's kind of giving love bombing. - i'd do the same thing for a friend. and maybe he meant every word. but at that point, i decided to trust the only person whose intentions i was 100% sure about: me. because everything felt like it was moving at 3x speed. his mom already knew about me. he wanted me to meet his friends. we were talking about future trips. there were gifts. there was a hypothetical iphone. and underneath all of that, there was still a girl carrying trust issues from a relationship where the person she trusted most lied to her. so eventually all those feelings piled up on top of each other until they felt heavy. too heavy. and i chose the path that felt right. because you know, attraction can grow. feelings can grow. trust can grow. but if you pour the entire ocean onto a seed, it doesn't grow faster. you just drown it. and that's exactly how i felt. not swept off my feet. just underwater. so i finally said: - i need to be honest. this pace doesn't work for me. i'm a slow burn. i got out of a long term relationship not that long ago. the person i trusted most just pretended someone he never was. and it still hurts. i don’t do situationships, i don’t move like that. i need time. so i can’t promise you anything. word by fucking word. you should’ve seen that man’s face.

the day before yesterday

LOVE MY PEOPLEEE 🍬🍬🍬

calm morning with #fairytiktoks

locked in? no im tucked in. goodnight 🌙

thisss

part 7/9 🧞‍♂️

the next time we met, we went to a sushi restaurant because it was one of the few places where my taste buds weren't forced into character development. i did try new things. i really did. but every road somehow led back to rice and fish. some loves are simply meant to be. so i ordered an unreasonable amount of sushi. he looked at the table, smiled, and said: ‘you would've loved japan.’ okay?? then, somewhere in the middle of the evening, while we were talking about books, he casually mentioned: ‘my mom actually likes your taste in books.’ i blinked. his mom? ‘she’s reading madonna in a fur coat. and she says it’s a good one. oh, and elena ferrante is one of her favorite authors too.’ and suddenly i had two completely opposite thoughts at the exact same time. the first one: your mom knows who i am??? the second one: your mom knows who i am 🥹 and she’s reading a book I picked?? because that's the thing. sometimes being seen is terrifying. and sometimes it's the nicest feeling in the world. apparently she had also informed him that he was 1.5% russian because of some long-forgotten ancestor hidden somewhere deep inside the family tree. which was funny because there was absolutely nothing russian about him. so i asked: ‘do you know any russian words?’ ‘no’ ‘any other languages?’ ‘no’ and that got me thinking. because language feels bigger than vocabulary sometimes. it's memory. it's instinct. it's the voice that lives in your head when nobody else is around. so eventually i asked: ‘aren't you afraid you'll never really have access to that part of my brain? the part that thinks in russian?’ he didn't even look confused. he just said: ‘well, i could learn russian’ just like that. as if i had asked whether it might rain tomorrow. and i remember smiling because suddenly the question felt a lot less important than the answer. later we somehow started talking about red flags (thank god i had my answer locked since we had discussed it with the girlies at our speaking club, come join us 😋). and then future plans. which is dangerous territory because if you ask me one question about my future, i will hand you an entire documentary series. if i feel safe enough with you. and i did feel like that with him. so i kept talking. and somewhere in the middle of my unnecessarily detailed explanation, i stopped and asked: ‘is this interesting enough for you? am i overwhelming you?’ he laughed. ‘you've asked me that three times today. i could listen to you talk all day. you're precious.’ and oh my god. there are compliments that sound nice. and then there are compliments that quietly find a place to live inside your chest. that one stayed. for the rest of the evening we talked about everything and nothing. books. ideas. the future. the strange little things that make us who we are. at some point i started talking about content creation and how much i genuinely love it. the ideas. the people. the community. all of it. and he listened carefully before saying: ‘it's really cool how passionate you are about it. and how responsible you are’ and then: ‘taking care of a community like that takes courage’ and maybe the sweetest compliments are the ones that notice something you've never thought to praise in yourself. because i had never really considered courage. i was just showing up. and then, completely out of nowhere, he said: ‘let's get you a new phone’ i laughed. because obviously he was joking. he wasn't. ‘let's go to the apple store right now’ i swear to god. my body fucking froze.