Spring has sprung and I’ve gone full wisteria hysteria—my balcony is now 87% fake flowers, 13% dramatic sighs. Bridgerton who? I am the scandal of the season.
I don’t even remember my pre-thrift wardrobe anymore ♻️👕. Most of what I wear now has a past, a story, and some sparkle. Like this jacket. Like this moment. Like this me 💫.
1. Sweaty as a disco floor in August 2. Sweaty as a croissant in a sauna 3. Sweaty as a nervous first date in leather pants 4. Sweaty as a hotdog stand at a summer festival 5. Sweaty as a Zoom call with no mute button
**BANGER** on Mäster Samuelsgatan 19. 🍴🔥 This place takes street food classics and turns them into *next-level comfort food*—seriously, you haven’t lived until you’ve tried a Brat Banger on a pretzel bun with chimichurri ketchup and crunchy roasted onion. 🤤
What do you mean just “add water”? 💦 I bought this peanut sauce… pellets?? 🥜🟤 And the instructions are like: just add water. That’s it. No temp, no context, no love.
Ever tried teaching a language you barely understand yourself? Me neither… until now. Today’s episode of Swedish Word of the Day is brought to you by: mild confusion, accidental innuendo, and enthusiastic suckling sounds.
When I saw the poster for The Residence, I knew Shondaland had done it again—this isn’t just another whodunnit, it’s a jaw-dropping deep-dive into the elite chaos of the White House like you’ve NEVER seen it before 🧨 #netflixjunkie #tvseriesobsessed #posterbreakdown #murdermysteryseries
