December 22, 2016
If you were in front of me this is what I’d tell you: “I want to be with you” But you’re not in front of me and I’m a coward. It’s August in a few hours. I’ve always associated this month with a lion. I don’t know why. So in the interest of association, let me go on with bravery, because—lion. The universe is egging me to jump off a cliff into ice-cold waters, swim to safety, and shout “I made it to shore!” And want to do it all over again.