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the work matters. fall in love with the work—the mundane, the exhaustive, doubling back, looking closer. the accolades come or they don’t but the work itself is worth loving
Mar 4, 2025
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❤️i think of love as an ongoing earnest conversation. it’s about laying your cards on the table with full trust and trying to do and give your best. we say falling in love very colloquially but loving necessitates intentionality and relevant expression. to do that, you need to be ok with constantly re-examining the terrain of your relationships and willing to honestly communicate needs and wants. love requires a lot from you but it’s so incredibly worth it to watch the eyes of the person you love light up because you tried for them. applies to other forms of love not just romantic of course!
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⛏️On one hand: it just flows. You can't get enough of them. Your eyes, their eyes—could be the only thing that matters in the whole world. Their voice hits you like electricity. When alone, you wonder why you aren't with them. Mundane things, at their side, become adventures. You occupy your own universe that is a secret from all others.
And on the other hand: it is a labor. Your beloved, who stirs and ignites your affection so much, is also the one who most exposes your pride and weaknesses. As you dive into them and truly know them, you discover they are broken and selfish and human. And they discover that about you. The easy slide down the snowy hill of excitement becomes a long drag back up the other side.
But then the two of you put those parts together: combine the thrill and the sparkle with the messiness and the suffering. Your together love becomes something deeper and more enduring. You say: I see you fully but I choose you still, with all my heart and soul.
It becomes something that will withstand any storms that may come, something more mature and tested:
"Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction." —Antoine de Saint-Exupery:
And on the other hand: it is a labor. Your beloved, who stirs and ignites your affection so much, is also the one who most exposes your pride and weaknesses. As you dive into them and truly know them, you discover they are broken and selfish and human. And they discover that about you. The easy slide down the snowy hill of excitement becomes a long drag back up the other side.
But then the two of you put those parts together: combine the thrill and the sparkle with the messiness and the suffering. Your together love becomes something deeper and more enduring. You say: I see you fully but I choose you still, with all my heart and soul.
It becomes something that will withstand any storms that may come, something more mature and tested:
"Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction." —Antoine de Saint-Exupery:
Mar 1, 2025
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convention damns us all. bad writing condemns us all, soliloquies of you’re and your, they’re and there, comma splices and run on sentences buzzing and twitching and so slowly suffocating.
how loved are you? how important is being loved to you? your purpose - at the non philosophical baseline - is simply to create beyond yourself. but what inclines you to do that? prior to such creation, you are led to believe that you, in your small, fragile body, are not only capable of conception, but interesting enough in your own identity, your own niche and vein, that another person, capable of their own conception, has somehow chosen you to be the blueprint for which it will befall. and that has to feel good.
but domesticity is a lot more than that, right? it’s dirty dishes, ruined bedsheets, it’s tears of joy, anger, sadness and love. if you were to ask me why we fall in love, i would not for a moment say to drive reproduction. i like to think god knew how mundane life would get, and decided maybe all of us deserved a little companion to shoulder the burden.
how loved are you? how important is being loved to you? your purpose - at the non philosophical baseline - is simply to create beyond yourself. but what inclines you to do that? prior to such creation, you are led to believe that you, in your small, fragile body, are not only capable of conception, but interesting enough in your own identity, your own niche and vein, that another person, capable of their own conception, has somehow chosen you to be the blueprint for which it will befall. and that has to feel good.
but domesticity is a lot more than that, right? it’s dirty dishes, ruined bedsheets, it’s tears of joy, anger, sadness and love. if you were to ask me why we fall in love, i would not for a moment say to drive reproduction. i like to think god knew how mundane life would get, and decided maybe all of us deserved a little companion to shoulder the burden.
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🍝depending on your budget, replacing your pasta w chickpea pasta can be a great way to get more protein bc you’re just cooking noodles & butter (standard sad kid fare) but it’s packed full of chickpea goodness
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