We often ignore the indifference of men and dive headfirst into their lives, filling all the empty space with a curiosity, an empathy, that isn’t shared.
We are constantly letting the fear of seeming too into anything (especially those people we like to see naked) turn us into overly anxious, over-analytical people.
Falling out of love is not the doorway to anorexia, and falling into it will not save you. When we belittle and sentimentalize it, as this Thought Catalog piece does, we make it more difficult for people to overcome.
Is not being able to bridge the gap between yourself and someone else the loneliest feeling? I’ve been revisiting this question a lot lately, because amidst the current chaos of my life I figured some extra existential dread couldn’t hurt.
“…and I am not your transitional phrase.” Quick thoughts on love, and what it’s not.
Introducing THE WEEKEND GRAB BAG: AKA the loudest detritus left over in my noggin after a weeks worth of the usual cultural-social-life bombardment. Today I’m talking Valentine’s Day, romance-envy, Kendall Jenner x Marc Jacobs, and the disruptive fashions at Hood by Air and Jeremy Scott.
The problem with passion is that it often trumps logic—shrouding the fact that the two parties involved actually have little-to-nothing in common, and that their immense sexual energy is built upon a love-you-and-hate-you back and forth that is not sustainable in a long-term relationship.
In which I discover what I believe to be the crown jewel of dating advice on the world’s widest web.
Or, an exploration of why we continue to return to those bad apples of our eye who are blatantly terrible for us.