Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, 'I am falling to the floor crying,' but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it—you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.

Richard Siken

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this morning the doctor said that i am done getting electroconvulsive therapy. i don’t know what to think of being declared “in remission.” will it last? i am scared, but also tentatively hopeful.  

i think you are such a lovely human; i worry that you don't always know that. people write books about people like you, beautiful people.

thanks babe (i never know how to respond to these in a way that is worthy of the original message) 💘💘💘