Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything
"My altars are the mountains and the ocean."
Lord Byron (via thatkindofwoman)
The human aspect of it
is that there are some people you won’t be able to get over,
"I feel weird about eating these days or leaving the house, or existing in a material form at all, because having a body that talks too much and sweats and makes mistakes is exhausting…"