what my dog’s barks mean in different situations (i think)

-before pooping: this poop is gonna hurt!

-while around another dog: why won’t you let me jump on that dog’s head?

-at her treats: give me those treats

-at the fireplace: not sure if this is a door or what it is … but i feel embarrassed about the fireplace gate falling on me when i launched myself at it, so i’m going to bark at it from now on

-at the head sculpture i made in the 8th grade that is on the ground: why is a head on the ground?!

-most of the time: i’m bored!

Lea was the kind of person you join Facebook to stalk. At 16, I was in love with her in a not-entirely platonic way, which every woman who has been the sidekick in a teenage girl-duo will completely understand. And, like a true sidekick, I didn’t question our bad choices—I followed Lea whole hog, in the spirit of best-friendship, of adventure. But part of me anticipated the person who writes this now, by which I mean that even as we chased a night of cocaine with Xanax and Lifetime movies, I already knew that this was the stuff of my wayward youth, and that I’d outgrow it. We promised to be friends forever, but then I went away to college in New York City and she moved to Costa Rica with her boyfriend of the moment. After that, I watched her downward spiral from afar—or more precisely, from close-up, only separated by a computer screen.

She’s Still Dying on Facebook - Julie Buntin - The Atlantic

One of my favorite writers, Julie Buntin, has a sad and beautiful piece in The Atlantic today about grief, friendship, technology, growing apart, moving on, getting stuck, and missing someone. It might make you cry but it’s worth it.

(via rachelfershleiser)