From gossip to gut checks, this is where the loudest voices in our heads publish.
Columns. Hearsay. Manalogue. College chaos. High school headlines. If it sounds personal or true, it probably is.
She’s not impulsive. She’s preparing. Financial experts are unclear if €14 rosé in Lisbon counts as personal growth, but she’s already packed.
He meditates twice a week and owns a candle. But when it comes to real intimacy, he vanishes like incense in a breeze. Maybe he’s not toxic — just unplugged.
He said I was “a lot.” I said thanks. He meant it as a warning. I took it as confirmation.
He’s emotionally available — for anyone willing to hear a 14-part saga about why his divorce wasn’t his fault. Bonus points if you’re good with kids and can listen without blinking.
You like coffee? Cute. I like high-stakes survival. If we’re not rappelling by noon or tranquilizing something with fangs, we’re just coworkers with better lighting.
He doesn’t need to be perfect — he just needs to believe what I believe, in the exact order I learned it from five unrelated men in trucker hats speaking into lapel mics.
In an age of infinite scroll, some women have embraced the chaotic art of hiding in plain sight. Dating men are now asking: am I falling for her… or her best friend?
He thought they were vibing. She thought he failed the third unspoken compatibility test. In modern dating, the rubric is real — you just don’t get to see it.
She’s manifesting love — but only using fonts from 2014. Experts warn the rise in recycled quote bios may signal an originality crisis among romantics.
When men get money, they settle down. When women get money, they level up. It’s not toxic — it’s trending.
Now rerouting… around your feelings.
Your music taste now has consequences.