decayintostars
denseness: denseness in food makes a cake so rich you can't take more than three bites; denseness in writing makes you stop and think after every line. Denseness in the stomach reminds me that I have a problem with eating.
All I want is a big couch with oversized cushions that don't fall out. A fabric couch, because leather sticks to my skin and is always either too hot or too cold and sweats in summer.
Celebrate with music and food and dance! Be loud! Be reckless! Why are these things the only way we know how to celebrate?
It's concerning how good I've gotten at lying. I've successfully convinced you that I wear my heart on my sleeve, but despite the smile on my face, my stomach still growls, loud and foaming at the rim.