Miscellaneous
Listen Now! | I would love a tequila on the rocks.I loved how the ice cubes used to swirl in the glass as if it was getting stuck in an agave typhoon. I loved the way tequila hit the back of the throat until the abrupt rush of heat waved to my chest and radiated its way to the apex of my skull. Unfortunately, the disappearance of anxiety that I was feeling became the motor of mania. Subscribe at youngandbipolar.substack.com