i’ve cried thrice today and eaten only a slice of bread.
i really like long-distance domesticity. like, when you get into the habit of saying good morning and goodnight to someone, telling someone your plans for the day not because they’re remarkable but so they’ll know what you’re up to, telling someone where you’re going, if you’ll be drinking, when you’ll be home, asking someone if they’ve eaten or showered or slept or taken their meds, that kind of thing. just the habitual knowledge of another person’s life over a space of hundreds or thousands of miles. that’s cool
how the fuck can i love and miss someone this much. fucking hell.