Love it. Cloe and Ryan and I went up the mountains last night to watch this.

Emma. You are the nicest person. Who sends letters like this?!

I love it.

(Thanks for sharing, D.)

Interesting.

I'm pretty sure this'll end up being one of those movies that drives me nuts — but, who knows.

(Meanwhile, Cloe: "This looks fucking awesome.")

Cloe and I made the same joke.

God bless us. Every one.

*clicks play on first video*

*waits nine seconds*

*is fully into it*

in the wind

(:07)

Whoa! Congrats!

I want to contribute to this thread, but essentially nothing happened to me in 2018. My whole year was dedicated to one long, lonely project that I still can't talk about, and most conversations were dedicated to one disgraceful president I still can't come to terms with, so... this'll just be one of those years that gets lost to time, I guess.

(Like 2014 — what the fuck happened in 2014? Or 2006, for that matter? Or 2000?)

Anyway. I hung out with Cloe. I learned some valuable personal lessons, and made headway in the project of becoming myself. I laid the groundwork for a new chapter, which I may or may not be proud of later. I read a lot of books; I didn't write as much as I wanted to. (I wrote a lot, but.)

Life felt paused.

I award you two points for your thematically-appropriate usage of 'reckon.'

fine I'll watch Phantom Thread jesus

(No-but-seriously: that was a well-articulated encapsulation. 'Aching.' Nice.)