Status Updates From The Probability of Everything

I'm not really reading this right now but I'm starting once I get home

"Finally, without letting go, she whispers, "You don't have to be strong, baby. We'll do it weak. We'll limp and hurt and take everything one day at a time."

ah, it's the funeral, isn't it?

"Some people prefer to do what is easy, Grit, and hate is easy. Anger is easy."

Man, her stories always have some type of gut-punch twist

We watched the stars for a bit longer, and then we went to bed for the very last time.”

How did people keep doing---keep existing---on the hard days?"

This story is getting sadder and sadder—radiation illness?

This is starting to depress me

Maybe, I thought, what was scary about knowing when you were going to die was knowing the exact moment you would stop mattering. It was the worst—a heavy, rocks-in-your-bag type of feeling.”

My penguin notebook was my favorite place to hide. I knew it was a book and technically not a place, but whenever the world felt too big, I flipped through its pages and tucked myself into the words that I’d scribbled in there.”