petty · bullshit

PHAEDRA: I love you

HIPPOLYTUS: Why?

PHAEDRA: You're difficult. Cynical, moody, bitter, fat, decadent, spoilt. You stay in bed all day then watch TV all night, you crash around this house with sleep in your eyes and not a thought for anyone. You're in pain. I adore you.

spine straight, hips forward, neck in line

It isn't right when you're laying in a bed full of books and you have to choose wisely because you've been so fragile lately that you're afraid of the impact someone else's words might have on you.