I haven’t been sleeping on life. times are being had. twice—déjà vu.
I hope you had a good weekend. i’ve been feeling the love, which has always been what fuels me through the fog of grief and the beautiful madness of life. and this love came to me over the weekend in many forms: fried zucchini, bad texts, rad texts, neighbor visits, snot stickers, dumpling brunch, ear plugs, costco milk, kisses, and hugs. I loved it all.
10:33 pm.