Status Updates From All Friends Are Necessary

HE SAID THE THING

This book is a really good reminder of why you need different types of people in your life. Genevieve telling him “She’s not some replacement. She’s something new. And how exciting, Efren. How exciting is that.” MWAH. Beautiful words girl

Girl, WHY are you fixating so much on the balls of a kitten? That and your fetish for armpits is so fucking weird.

“Who knows what will happen once all this ends in a few months. It can’t go on much longer.”
Oh Metal Matt. You couldn’t be more wrong

You could have stopped at videos of Christian couples hating something you love making you cum. You didn’t have to add in the part about fathers and sons.

Every time someone has mentioned 2020 in a positive light, like a lovely change waiting just around the bend, I go “Oh no.”

Bro did not paint a picture of this New Mexico desert neighborhood well enough. Either that, or he’s just sucking dick across the street from a house in some open desert plain, only hidden by the darkness of night? Wild shit if so.

“I remind myself of the soft, lulling tides that one day will shape everything they touch.”

Okay Genevieve!!! Get it girl

I like these interspersed fern facts—about how they have a unique root system which helps defend them from harsh environments and grow back quickly. About how they lie dormant for a long time before finally blooming when the situation is safe and healthy. Their significance is subtle and I like it

“Do you know the reason men gave nipples? To remind them of what they could have been.”
Unironically goes hard af

My thoughts so far are: 3 stars. The writing style annoyed me at first with its lack of quotation marks, but it’s growing on me. It feels very grounded and human, and the story so far makes me want to go on adventures outside, make new friends, live. I don’t know where we’re going just yet, but I’m enjoying the journey.

Chino just following right along with the littering and pissing in public made me lose a bit of respect for him. A botanist that doesn’t care enough about the environment to discard something probably because of peer pressure from strangers? Fuck off with that.

When life hurts so much you try and spare others the suffering… him just taking $47 from a kid who shouldn’t be driving and who hit him. I feel that, truly.

“What name did you choose?
We didn’t.”

OW

Metal Matt is a good fucking friend. Driving all the way from California even though he hates it because his buddy needs him in the wake of tragedy? Knowing he’ll be in a place where he won’t know what to do, so forcing him to act by making him drive you back? Amazing.

“The way things lead back to each other, the fact that everything crisscrosses and intersects, all these events coming together, makes me want to believe in something like resolution or purpose, that what you left behind—yes, the pain and anger, but also the good things, the joy—finds a way back to you.”

I, too, hate the term “playing” when it comes to sex.

It’s a weird vibe for sure, but I dig it so far. It’s the phenomenon that is aging but not maturing, taking on the responsibilities of adulthood but never feeling like you’re at the same level as others your age. I get it.

“We touch. Like needle to record. Like voice track to drum track. Like *Welcome home* and *Stay a while.*”

I do not like the lack of quotation marks

Licking the blood drawn by a feral cat and comparing it to cum, pre-cum, and period blood… what the actual fuck am I reading?

Living in a sublet at 37 is fucking wild