Again Again

by E. Lockhart

Or maybe our encounter was in another possible world. That is, in one of the countless other versions of this universe, the worlds running parallel to this one, we are already in love.

The shift in brain chemistry made it impossible for Toby to stop without help.

I had cancer. After the normal cut, chemo, and radiation trio, my doctor prescribed 5 years of a terrible medication as a finale. It was a medication that made my body ache and burn and feel horrible. To get me to finish the full 5 years, he prescribed oxycontin. He said I wasn’t addicted; I was dependent. When I finished the 5 years he said good luck and quit prescribing oxycontin. Turned out my brain couldn’t find any difference between addiction and dependency. I quit taking it. It was harder to quit than smoking was. But then after awhile I was not “dependent” anymore. So I would say it is not impossible to quit without help, as I had none, but did quit.

She had never before thought of her own life with nostalgia as she’d lived it—but that summer it was overwhelming. This will never happen again, she thought. We will never be like this again. Hold on to this feeling. Remember it.

Life is all soup and movies and feeling like crap.

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She wasn’t a planner, even at her best, but at present she was consumed by her own thoughts, unable to focus her attention on the world beyond her.

I can relate.

The country was going to hell, after all. There were rights to fight for; there were causes to learn about.

Unless Putin starts throwing nuclear weapons. In that case we’ll all end up ash and no one will be left to care.

pig poop

big poop, maybe?

“In line at the coffee shop or in a boring class. In the supermarket I pretend I’m observing animals in the wild and that I’m lucky to get to look at them. Like it’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

I seriously thought I was the only person who did this. I’ve never told anybody I do it. Now I’ve exposed myself to you, dear no-reader. 🥰