I assume in two months when I turn 20 there will be some sort of initiation where finally the millions of lists on Buzzfeed and Thought Catalog about being in your 20s will go from being some of the most inane nonsense on the internet to being very deep and meaningful
just gonna say this: if someone has social anxiety and they ask you something akin to ‘are you mad at me’ or ‘do you hate me’, it isn’t because they don’t trust you, it’s because their brain literally tells them that all the time
it’s not a personal slight, it’s insecurity caused by mental illness
i feel like alex turner would smell dreadful. A mixture of really heavy aftershave/general grease/cigarettes/the smell of a pub at about 2am and possibly spilt jack daniels.
reality tv style drama has nothing on the fury and grudges of any debating competition ever