i love sitting on a sofa with one leg crossed over the other and my arms spread out across the headboard behind me like a young, reckless, 1920s gentleman of ambiguous sexuality, with more money than i know what to do with and an intense weariness of the shallow, hedonistic lifestyle enjoyed by my companions
Anxiety is like being set on fire and trying to be calm about it while waiting for someone to put it out. But everyone around you is like, “What fire? Don’t worry about it.”