Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might…
Bon Iver - Roslyn (ft. St. Vincent)
Just going to listen to this, curl up into a ball, and shake and fuss and feel like sheer death until I fall asleep.
And yeah thanks, for losing everything with me.