I have developed a sort of obsessive-compulsion where I get anxious and unfocused when I’m surrounded by too much visual disorganisation. Because of this my bedroom has gradually been reduced to absolute simplicity. I find people’s personal spaces tell you a lot about them, hopefully mine tells you good things. I can breathe here.
"step on a Lego" sounds like a weak ass insult but if you’ve ever actually stepped on a Lego you’d understand that there’s a moment between stepping on it and regaining your senses where you actually pray for death