there are people who write more honestly in a language they learned later in life than in the one they grew up speaking. and that sounds strange until you realize that your first language absorbed every rule your culture ever had about what's appropriate to say out loud, what feelings are acceptable to name, how much honesty is too much honesty at a dinner table. and sometimes a second language arrives with none of that-it's just words. clean ones. and in those clean words some peoplefinally say the
-thing they were never given permission to say in the language that raised them. that's what language actually does before it's had time to learn your family's rules.
Cooked a dish for the first time today and those I cooked for rated it 20/10. Even added gore this is one of the dishes I should make for my future mother in law to impress her 🤣
I don’t relate to people saying they hate the “getting to know you” part of dating. I love asking/being asked questions. No matter how seemingly mundane those questions are. I would even argue that’s one of my favorite parts of dating.
My soul is feeling the same way it felt 7 years ago before I fell in love and had one of the most life-trajectory altering relationships. I never loved the same after. It left me open, loved, aware, and, might I say, a better lover.
i am begging some of you to become ok with hearing not-so-great-things about yourself. especially if it is coming from a loved one that historically respects your agency. chances are you unknowingly crossed a boundary & someone is trying to tell you in a respectful way.
The next time life gives me the opportunity to kiss someone like my life depends on it, I will absolutely grab that opportunity with both hands. This kiss drought I'm in is kinda threatening my life. I can't sbwl to kiss like this 😔
I often think about how artists are just souls who went through multiple reincarnations/initiations of the soul. That's enlightenment at one of its highs.