Jun 26, 2022
[the best of] Dear Coquette, 2016
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[the best of] Dear Coquette, 2016
Does anyone remember coketalk//dear coquette I miss that bitch
I don’t feel worthy of the kind of person I want to date...
“This moment right here and right now is all you got. It’s fine to work on your body, your career, and your life, but not for the sake of some far off imagined future. The work you do has to give you sustenance now. Start getting messy today. Let your fucking guard down already. Take a risk. It doesn’t have to come from a place of confidence. It can come from a place of howling terror, as long as it comes. As long as you come. Now. Do it.”
Just fucking forgive yourself. Let go. That shit was never yours. It didn't belong to you. The beauty and the talent and the hubris and the superiority - they were all someone else's idea of you, and they felt so good for so long, you made them a part of your identity. It was all a fucking fiction, and you can just let it all go. It's okay, really. Have a good cry, shake it off, and then forgive yourself.
Dear Coquette, “On Self-Worth and Acceptance”
Nothing fucking happened to you. Maybe you're depressed. Maybe you're bipolar. Maybe you're just an irritable cunt, but no matter what, never forget that life is a grind. It's hard sometimes, and the only way to improve shit is by doing the fucking work it takes to change. Quit whining about fun and go do something.
Dear Coquette, “On the Grind”
True or false: If you truly love someone, being faithful is easy.
False. If you truly have integrity, being faithful is easy. Do not confuse love and integrity. Love is just an emotional state, and regardless of how deeply or intensely it may be felt, it’s still not a measure of the content of your character.
Most people recoil at the thought of annihilation. It terrifies them. They invent silly gods and ridiculous myths of armageddon or eternal life, all to stave off the creeping inevitability of the nothingness to which we will all return. Don’t recoil from your own impermanence. Accept it. Embrace it. Gaze into the abyss, and let the abyss gaze back into you, because if you can let go of your fear while maintaining eye contact with nothingness, the singular importance of love will crystalize right in front of you. It will be an unavoidable revelation.
Dear Coquette, On All That Matters
CRUELTY ISN’T A PRODUCT OF HONEST WORDS.
It’s a product of how, when and why you deliver them.