It’s not you. It’s anyone. Sometimes I don’t want anyone around. Some afternoons I lie on my bed and the light comes through the shutters on the floor and I think I never want to leave my own room.

Joan Didion, Run River (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)

Really fucked up my ankle/foot, can’t put any weight on it. It felt fine before I went to sleep then I woke up in such bad fucking pain omg and now I can’t go back to sleep I am so frustrated