It’s been a strange and sad week. But you can’t change people and you can’t change what’s important to you for anyone else. 

I’m going to eat poutine with Molly and have lime flavored mixed drinks. And maybe some sangria. And then go home and watch Arrested Development with my brother.

"Live on coffee and flowers. Try not to worry what the weather will be."

When did 12:45 happen? I don’t even remember 11. 

Aaaaand one more excerpt because I am close to finishing this thing.

“How strange, to spend this time with someone, to sit in such close proximity and rarely speak but for the occasional pleasantries. Excuse me, I’m sorry, might I…Often I fell asleep without meaning to, struggling to keep my eyes open, waiting to hear the scratch of their beaks. I woke without Dave next to me. I could hear him in the kitchen. The fridge door opening and closing, opening and closing. My leggings and socks were splayed on the floor, curled around each other like small animals suckling a mother.

I pulled dried flowers from the pillowcases. Dave’s and my own. They still had a little moisture in them.”