as you’ll see, tl;dr runs in our family. I am starting to think maybe it is a reaction to all of the things we never really learned how to say in person— how we are just now learning to give each other a sidehug when we find ourselves in the same city; how I can reblog this and tell you it made me cry and is making me cry now, but I can never tell her I love her when we hang up on the phone.
And as weird as it is, and at times as terrifying as it is, to be the one being talked about on someone ELSE’s personal blog, I can imagine, as I always tell myself with my own forays into oversharing, that it is approaching the universal or maybe even the redemptive— and that I called my mom and told her about the first part and we had a laughing fit over what a temper I had and all the times Lauren and I screamed expletives at each other in the driveway while our nursery-age neighbors stood in their front yards with their eyes big—
and so it must be Worth It.
