Don Lemon is the shit because you can tell he’s the type of friend who gets drunk enough to make sure everybody has a good time but is juuuusssttt sober enough to make sure nobody goes to jail.
YEAR OF MAGICAL THINKING was the first book I can recall picking up to read with the intention of trying to understand grief. It was so foreign to me then; it felt like Joan Didion (also foreign to me then) was explaining that my life bordered a country I hadn’t realized existed.