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I can’t wait to meet you! But I totally can

I was talking to my friend about finding love and they’re impatient about how long it’s going to take them. I’m off the dating app thing, and I know I won’t go back to them. I hate feeling like people are so easily replaced, and texting back in forth before ever meeting has always ruined things for me. People are never who you build them up to be in your head, and it just becomes a waste of…

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working out the soul

I think I skew melancholic. I have never been a person who feels very high highs or very low lows, I mostly just swim in the middle lane. I enjoy things and I dislike others, but I feel just okay most of the time. It’s not a complaint, more of an understanding of my natural state. I have to remind myself to do activities I enjoy and interact with people. Do things that aren’t just reading a book.…

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merlot and misgivings: why can't I enjoy romance novels?

Ten minutes out from the airport, my flight is delayed three hours. That’s one of those time periods where it’s just too late to go back home but too long to suffer sitting in the gate seats. Naturally, I find myself at a wine bar. The wine flight I ordered cost more than the Uber here, the chicken on my caesar salad is a little too chewy for my taste, and my cat is in his airline-approved…

merlot and misgivings: why can't I enjoy romance novels?

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the listener

I am always the listener. And I do listen. I try to help by staying quiet, So they can feel felt, and be seen. Even miles away, I am listening. I am listening to everyone. I am listening To everyone but me. And no one else is listening either. I open my mouth And another voice drowns mine out. And I am forgotten. When they are done being heard, They are done using me Using my…

the listener

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on comfort and reassurance

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. George Eliot When you finally muster up the courage to look…

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nothing personal

I wonder, off and on, but always, if anyone will ever know me. I like getting to know people, and I want to listen. I aim to be and I can honestly say I am perceptive. I notice. I remember. Yet I have been scratching my head trying to remember the last time someone said anything to try and really get to know me. I am not sure there exists yet a person who has ever asked me anything very personal.…

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you have to believe it all works out. then you have to make it work out.

you have to believe it all works out. then you have to make it work out.

The world has told you lies about how small you are. You will look back on this time and say, ‘I had it all, but I didn’t even know it. I was at the center, I could breathe in happiness, I could swim to the moon. I had everything I needed.’Heather Havrilesky I have a bone to pick with the idea of manifesting and letting go and saying if it’s meant to be it’ll be. If you go on TikTok, you can…

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on being unloveable or silent love

on being unloveable or silent love

Sometimes you wake up and just feel a little unloved, unloveable. Nobody tells you they love you, but that doesn’t mean they don’t. The first hour of your eyes being open and your brain running is really the moodsetter, the vibes o’ the day, if you will. What are you thinking about? Who is in the room? Are they looking at you and are you lucky enough to wake up being loved? Has the cat kept…

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