On Dreams.

  • Kraken: Good night. Sweet dreams.
  • Jackalope: I hope you have the sweetest dreams.
  • Kraken: No you should have them. I hope your dreams are downright diabetic. Sucrose to the MAX.

On Death.

  • Jackalope: I’ve told you I want to be cremated, right?
  • Kraken: Yes, yes I’ve heard. But I don’t want you to be cremated.
  • Jackalope: But I want to be cremated!
  • Kraken: I want to preserve your body. Or maybe get it taxidermied. Sitting in a chair, knitting.
  • Jackalope: ….That is disgusting. I forbid you from doing so.
  • Kraken: You can’t tell me what to do, you’ll be dead!
  • Jackalope: Yeah but I’ll have a say in what’ll be done to my body afterwards!
  • Kraken: What’re you going to do, come back and haunt me?
  • Jackalope: YES.
  • Kraken: Then that’s great! You can just hang out with me some more!
  • Jackalope: ….
  • Kraken: THAT WAS MY PLAN ALL ALONG. Master strategist, right here.

On Marriage.

  • Kid: What's that on your shirt?
  • Me: A mixtape.
  • Kid: Why do you have a mixtape on your shirt?
  • Me: Because my boyfriend asked me out via mixtape.
  • Kid: Oh!! SO DO YOU WANT TO MARRY HIM?
  • Me: Yes, very much.
  • Kid: Does HE want to marry YOU??
  • Me: Yes, very much.
  • Kid: SO THEN WHY DOESN'T HE JUST ASK YOU ALREADY?!
  • Profound questions from a very small child at art camp.

On Butts.

  • Kraken: Your butt has changed my life.
  • Jackalope: How has it changed your life?
  • Kraken: It has made it better, just by knowing it is there.

On Death.

  • Jackalope: *reading off of a Chipotle cup* 'What is it about death that you're afraid of?
  • Kraken: Not being with you.

On Distance.

  • Jackalope: Nothing can keep us apart.
  • Kraken: Nothing?
  • Jackalope: Except Jesus.
  • Kraken: Oh. And Etobicoke?
  • Jackalope: AHAHAHAHAHA yes...and Etobicoke.

On Holding.

  • Kraken: *opens Moo.com postcard package, holding up a postcard that says "Hold something beautiful". okay! *walks over, hugs me from behind*
  • Kay. Done.

Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart,

Suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose looming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only shade,

and once again I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.

— Wendell Berry, “The Wild Rose”. 

On Doctor Who.

  • Kraken: Omg why haven't we watched Doctor Who in so longggg? Oh wait. Because all you wanna do is make out.
  • Jackalope: Do you blame me?
  • Kraken: Yes. Doctor Who is better than making out.
  • Jackalope: That's not true.
  • Kraken: It's nottt. But I thought maybe if I said it out loud I'd believe it.