sure, fine, whatever.

“This thing happened to me. I was getting out of my car at a Safeway and I saw this woman flailing her arms… This swarm of bees was attacking her, just stinging her, and um… and she fell to the ground. And out of nowhere this ice cream truck comes screaming through the parking lot, and it’s playing that music from The Sting. And the guy gets out of the truck, and he’s doing CPR and everything, and the truck is still playing that tinkling piano music, and it keeps playing it even after the ambulance arrives, and it’s…. it’s all I could think about for days. The paramedics just working on her like crazy while this music played, and how it might be the last thing she ever hears.

… Cameron? Hey, Cam? I’ll just keep talking, cause I think you’re- I think you’re still there. Are you there? I’m here.”

I don’t want five months or five years to go by before I hear from you. So don’t disappear again.

If only we can learn to take care of each other. Then this awesome, destructive new connection won’t isolate us. It won’t leave us in the end so… totally alone.

me: *completes the simplest task on my list that could’ve been put off*

me at me: