Some words sizzle on our eardrums, pop in our brains, make everything shut down and the body hardens into a shield.
I don’t want you to think of love as rag doll, always one blunder away from being ripped away forever.
A follow up on the most popular post I’ve written
Rethinking intimacy and connection as a magic unreserved for specific relationships.
Spoiler alert: it will be ok.
I’m not depressed, I’m just waiting for my fabulous life to appear!
We’ve gone too far on the cancelling, and it needs to stop.
We don’t expect ghost stories to make sense. Neither do eating disorders. That’s not the point of either thing.
Rejection sucks, and I think you should still shoot your shot.