Real Talk by quiet effort
Mornings used to be our battlefield. Who hogged...
Mornings used to be our battlefield. Who hogged the bathroom, who forgot to make coffee, who left socks in the hallway. We’d snap at each other before the day even...
Mornings used to be our battlefield. Who hogged...
Mornings used to be our battlefield. Who hogged the bathroom, who forgot to make coffee, who left socks in the hallway. We’d snap at each other before the day even...
I used to think friendship was just about the b...
I used to think friendship was just about the big nights out, the parties, the crazy memories. But then I noticed the little things—you driving me home when it was...
I used to think friendship was just about the b...
I used to think friendship was just about the big nights out, the parties, the crazy memories. But then I noticed the little things—you driving me home when it was...
I didn’t think you were paying attention. I jus...
I didn’t think you were paying attention. I just kept doing the same things—packing lunches, tucking you in, cleaning up messes before school. It felt like background noise, invisible work....
I didn’t think you were paying attention. I jus...
I didn’t think you were paying attention. I just kept doing the same things—packing lunches, tucking you in, cleaning up messes before school. It felt like background noise, invisible work....
I used to lie awake at night wondering if you e...
I used to lie awake at night wondering if you even saw me anymore. I’d cook, clean, handle the errands, keep our life stitched together—and it felt like it all...
I used to lie awake at night wondering if you e...
I used to lie awake at night wondering if you even saw me anymore. I’d cook, clean, handle the errands, keep our life stitched together—and it felt like it all...
You still drive me crazy. Borrowing my stuff wi...
You still drive me crazy. Borrowing my stuff without asking, roasting me in front of friends, reminding me of every dumb thing I did as a kid. Sometimes I swear...
You still drive me crazy. Borrowing my stuff wi...
You still drive me crazy. Borrowing my stuff without asking, roasting me in front of friends, reminding me of every dumb thing I did as a kid. Sometimes I swear...
We almost didn’t make it past the first hour. W...
We almost didn’t make it past the first hour. Wrong turns, me messing with the playlist, you getting mad about snacks spilling in the seat. Classic us—arguing like it was...
We almost didn’t make it past the first hour. W...
We almost didn’t make it past the first hour. Wrong turns, me messing with the playlist, you getting mad about snacks spilling in the seat. Classic us—arguing like it was...