I have recurring dreams about eating donuts that I don't have any intention of ever paying for.
I just finished The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay and I’m just so interchangeably happy for the experience and upset that it’s over, because comic books, art, history, and a fuckin’ homosexual character in which the whole premise of his character isn’t about his sexuality, and yet his struggle with being closeted was still given a significant amount of attention? Like fuck yeah.
I’m scared to grow up. what if I end up alone. what if my career choice plummets. what if all my friends are happily employed and in relationships. what if no one wants me.
I don’t want to grow up.