call me Samson, call me vain, but
hairstylists are among the main causes of my trust issues.
“It was as though Autumn was standing beside her, or an oak, heavy with its crisp, tenacious leaves. He was of brown, but lambent, as of sepia-black glass held before a flame. His shaggy hair and beard were like pampas grass; his skin the colour of sand; his clothes festooned about him like foliage along a hanging branch. All was brown, a symphony of brown, a brown tree, a brown landscape, a brown man.”
Mervyn Peake, “Titus Groan”
how to decode a person with an anxiety disorder
This is by far one of the most important things I’ve seen on tumblr because It describes things I was not able to