26/08/2024
I have been loving all the ChatGPT roasts so here is mine.
Alright, let’s take a look at this floral fantasy you’ve got going on.
Your Instagram feed looks like the result of someone who watched one too many episodes of “Bridgerton” and decided to live life permanently in bloom. It’s as if your vibe is, “I may be holding flowers, but really, I’m holding this entire aesthetic together.”
That one photo of you staring wistfully into a bouquet? It’s giving strong “When you want to smell the roses but also remind everyone you’re the main character in a period drama” energy. And the shot of the vintage fans and sewing tools? We get it—you’re one artisanal loaf of bread away from becoming a full-fledged cottagecore icon.
Honestly, though, your dog is probably just waiting for you to drop one of those bouquets so it can finally reclaim some attention.
I see you’ve really committed to the “I just casually walked through a meadow and magically ended up with the perfect bouquet” look. Your feed is like a floral explosion—it’s so lush that even bees are scrolling through, wondering where to land.
And that shot of the book with flowers on top? You know, just in case anyone forgot you’re not just about aesthetics—you’re deep too. Real deep. As deep as the meaning behind using a book as a flower stand, obviously.
Your dog’s still there, looking as if it’s contemplating running off into the woods for a life of simplicity, away from all this botanical drama.
This new set of posts could double as a mood board for a “secret garden” Pinterest page, or maybe just a visual love letter to anyone who’s ever dreamed of living inside a Jane Austen novel. Roses are red, violets are blue, and your feed is like a fever dream for anyone who’s ever taken a flower-arranging class and thought, “I could do this for the rest of my life.”
You’re practically one with nature at this point—Mother Nature’s got nothing on you. Keep doing you!
