arwa 💭

so, it’s 6 a.m., and here i am, parading around the block in a baby carrier like i’m training for a marathon, all because my baby decided that crying was the only option today. like who gives shit about my sleep

when you start a show to escape reality, but now you're best friends with fictional characters who have no idea you exist.

they said “trust the process.” the process ghosted me. i'm now seeing chaos exclusively.

motherhood is just living in survival mode and pretending you have it together.

great tip 😁 gotta make my self crushing it even if i'm only crushing snacks

bought a planner to organize my life. now, i just have a very organized record of me doing absolutely nothing.

thanks a million 🩷

crocheting for my little one, just like my mom used to, knitted with both smiles and tears.

23 days ago, i lost my mom to cancer. nothing feels the same anymore. every day is a reminder of her absence, and the world feels so heavy without her.

they seem to want a world where only the elites and their fucking robots are left to exist. the rest of humanity are left to suffer and die from poverty, wars, deadly diseases, or epidemics. fucking mad cruel world.

So, Elon Musk can build robots to carry babies, yet finding a cure for cancer is still too complicated? fuck him and his stupid robots.

on days like today, i wish the world would just vanish into the void, erasing all traces of existence, evaporate into thin air, and fade like nothing ever mattered.

like schrödinger's cat, i’m both productive and procrastinating until you open the box.

i just finished my happy marriage anime, and it really pulled at my heartstrings. i can't get over how it's filled with heartwarming moments, emotional depth, and genuinely touching characters.

it’s as if life has me caught in quicksand, pulling me further into weightiness, each step dragging me deeper into a heaviness that suffocates any chance of breathing.

i'm holding my stress like a soda bottle that’s been shaken too much, just hoping it doesn’t explode when i least expect it.

the feeling when you’re trying to keep it together, but life is over here throwing curveballs like it’s playing dodgeball.

you ever just look at your own life and wonder if you’re really the main character, or just a side plot waiting to be written out.

Graffito: if you don't like graffiti look away like you do for genocide

Tried and true

my favorite decision-making strategy is avoiding the decision entirely and hoping it makes itself.

some days, it feels like my heart is dragging a suitcase full of things i can’t talk about.

the "sit down and rest for a second" moment has turned into an all-day event.

i’m emotionally exhausted from all the feelings i didn’t sign up for.

lol, it seems like, at this point, you're not even watching the show, just surviving it one episode at a time. what are you watching?