This piece incites extreme cognitive dissonance within me, because reading it is both a tall drink of water on a scorching hot day, and a blast of hellfire and damnation for the absolute, sickening truth of it all.

The writing is fucking gorgeous. Flawless. It’s perfection.

The family-ness of it, mother and child, feels so loving.

The actuality of it i don’t even comprehend

god.

❤ both of you as writers SO MUCH

hope you do more collaborations and box them up in a book someday.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.