The difference between hooking up and having sex with someone you care about: hooking up can be a means to an end. They’re happy, you’re happy-ish - you’re happiest when they’ve closed your door and left.
But when you’re having sex with someone you care about, it’s almost this - euphoric sadness. You want to be as close to them as universally possible, and when it’s done - you realize you’ll actually never be close enough. Which makes you want to do it again, again, and again.
My least favourite piece of TikTok dating advice: “Don’t send that text.” No, DO, in fact, send that text. Because whatever is meant to happen to your relationship will happen anyway. The outcome of ending up together or not ending up together - will or won’t happen, regardless of you expressing your feelings or not. And in my opinion, it’s always best to walk away with nothing left unsaid.
“You’ve always been good at the dramatique endings.” - OFM, circa 2020. And that is a lesson that I choose to carry into every year.
A lengthy skincare routine has to be one cure for the anxious mind.
How do we feel about second chances? I’m always torn between believing that people can change, or circa 2022 between me and PN: “But I’m so happy it ended now, because anything more would have cheapened those memories.”
I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: Please make friends with your neighbourhood barista. Grocer. Bartender. Community exists for a reason.
Get inspired by the way mythical creatures live. Like garden fairies and ocean nymphs and sun gods and goddesses. When did we stop believing in magic? Why did we stop believing in magic?
Everyone needs a place to call home.
But you also really don’t need to be friends with everyone. And I mean that in the sense of: social friends, proximity friends, friends who you’ve known since childhood but drain you. Some friendships have an expiry date, and that’s completely okay.
There’s a season, a time, and a place for everything. Cycles exist for a reason. Which is a sad, yet comforting thought.
I am Midnights, through and through.
The more you grow, the louder that imposter gets. Ignore it. Or try your best to, anyway.
Baby’s breath is the best type of flower to keep in your house because they’re even more beautiful when they dry.
I forget the impact that these words have on other people.
I forget that there are other people in my story. In all of our stories.
Anyone who acts on their creativity is brave.
Anyone who follows their heart is brave.
They’re both intertwined though, aren’t they?
I’m trying something new. I’m telling myself that I don’t have to believe every little thing I think.
I’m trying something new, again. I’m telling myself that I’m proud of myself, a lot more often.
My favourite date of the year was when me and Hot F. wrote post-it note poetry to each other.
My favourite date moment of the year was the hug OFM gave to me when we first saw each other after four years. Insert How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days Quote Here: “It’s just that, when your mom hugged me - she like, really hugged me.”
And after three years on the road, just like our Queen Lana was in Ride, I think I can finally say it, and finally believe it: We’re home baby. And it’s like we never left.
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