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I want to be able to see it, touch it, taste it so I can make sure I’ll survive.
Mom thinks anxiety is about as insufferably first world as it gets. Like lactose intolerance. She thinks it’s an idle mind searching for things to bitch about at the lack of famine or war. If you’ve got a full belly, you’ve lost your right to bellyache.
Everything about my existence feels like a costume.
He had this smoldering intensity. Like, he had everything he needed right there, right then, all by himself with his book.
