I can be quiet. Sit by the window with a cup of coffee, watch the street sweeper sweep the leaves, and feel the world stop with me. And an hour later, I'm running through the city with a friend, laughing so hard people turn around, popping into the first liquor store they come across for a bottle of rosé because "well, it's Friday," and dancing in the kitchen to music playing on my phone because the battery's .

Lit candles, a blanket to wrap yourself in, your favorite music playing in the background, and rain outside. This state of "my world is safe, I'm okay."

I don't like pushy guys