my dad’s approach to love, whenever i get upset, is always: “just remember, kid.” (my dod talks like this, and keep in mind he sounds like he’s from virginia and has smoked and drunk too much his whole life, so basically he’s got the perfect voice for reading rudyard kipling) ”just remember. he’s just a boy, and you’re just a girl.”
usually this makes me feel better. but sometimes, even simple math like that is complicated. in that “i really wish i had a window, i’d be less depressed on the whole” way.
