I feel like I’m constantly worrying about the next part of my life without realizing that I’m right in the middle of what I used to look forward to
Thank god for titties and rice
dec 26- dec 30 is a liminal space
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
