This weather is making me write in cursive and keep Bon Iver on repeat. And I'm pretty sure I composed a poem last night? There's also a possibility I have been spending too much time with my cat, Agnes. We had breakfast together this morning (in addition to the last like thirteen straight meals). Eh :/
"This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization. It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away. Your love will be safe with me." -Bon Iver, "Re: Stacks"