I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.
— Mary MacLane, from I Await The Devil’s Coming
It is not so incomprehensible as you pretend, sweet pea. Love is the feeling we have for those we care deeply about and hold in high regard. It can be light as the hug we give a friend or heavy as the sacrifices we make for our children. It can be romantic, platonic, familial, fleeting, everlasting, conditional, unconditional, imbued with sorrow, stoked by sex, sullied by abuse, amplified by kindness, twisted by betrayal, deepened by time, darkened by difficulty, leavened by generosity, nourished by humor, and “loaded with promises and commitments” that we may or may not want to keep. The best thing you can possibly do with your life is to tackle the motherfucking shit out of love.
— Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things
The one rule for being my friend…
I must feel neutral or better about myself after 90% of our interactions.
Things I have labeled as “the worst” this year (so far)
- Mom jeans on non moms
- Stick figure family stickers on cars
- Lazy people with big, clearly unrealistic, dreams
- Unnecessary cliffhangers
- Runners who jog in place at intersections
- Questions about my accent
- My inability to resist nutty bars
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
— Yara Bashraheel