#/new yorker accent: hey im photosynthesizin here!!

[idleloves]

     as much as he wanted to hide under the covers all day and listen to his artistically curated to perfection ‘songs to cry to’ playlist that took him three months to make, he forced himself out of his villa and out to the beach. he lay flat on his back, limbs spread out like a starfish before something eclipsed the sun. “ hey, ” he groaned, propping himself up to his elbows. “ can’t you see i’m photosynthesizing here? ”