let’s make stories that we can’t tell
Waiting for lock down to get over. So I can do this 😭😭😭
You're still beautiful. A little more beautiful than ever.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
I have a lot more patience for others than I have for myself, and I'm much better at bringing out the best in others than myself. That's just the kind of person I am.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Trying to believe in magic again, after is became so apparently fake, is hard to do.
Female Main Character x Male Monster
Helene is tall, thin, with the most perfect bob cut I have ever seen, and dressed like she just stepped out of the Devil Wears Prada. She arrives early in the morning, just as I’m waking up to do my exercises. Her heels make an intimidating click-clack on the floor as she goes around the kitchen, checking all the cupboards and drawers while Max has his breakfast. “Papa! All these carbohydrates,” she laments. “You need fresh food. You need that delivery kit I keep telling you about.”
“When would I use it, Helene?” he asks with a smile.
Helene pouts as she continues to circle around the kitchen. She doesn’t appear to be judgemental, just worried. “You have to think about your heart!”
“I’m wary of salt. I take long walks. And I go to the gym once a week. Helene, you’re fretting.”
“You’re my dad, so I get to.” From the looks of things, Helene and I are around the same age, early thirties. She’s probably just concerned for her dad and wants to keep him around as long as possible. “Elisa, was it?” she asks me.
I nod, partaking in green tea rather than coffee. “I’ve been excited to meet you. But I should warn you, I get nosebleeds.”
Her perfectly-done eyebrows pinch. “Goodness, I’m glad you warned me. That would have been a fright. Mama got them in the beginning.”
“Clementine told me.”
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Deaton: Have you ever heard of the term 'Regression to the mean'?
Scott: No.
Deaton: It's a bit of a technical way of saying that things will always even out.
Scott: Like things will always get better?
Deaton: More like things can't always be bad.
Scott: So no matter how bad things get...
Deaton: Or how good...
Scott: They always come back to the middle.
Deaton: Regression to the mean.
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