I’ve felt sometimes that love is consuming by nature and often times people choose (knowingly or not) to let it consume the other person rather than be consumed by their love themselves. I do worry that as I get further in my transition the love I feel from certain friends will make a shift from one to the other. I hope, if it does occur, at the very least I hope for the aftertaste to be sweet. As usual I loved this piece, I read it before work and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.🫶
real. i think we can’t control when someone is mean to us, but we can start to hold ourselves accountable for continuing to associate with leechy dynamics. why are we putting our heads in the sand? we don’t have to spend years trying to explain away behaviors!!! we can be real with ourselves!
i love this and hate it bc it’s too real and that’s lowk scary and i had big plans this summer to reconnect w my “carmilla” which i know if i told anyone in my life they would immediately start an intervention but i still don’t care i think i miss her
I love everything about this. The raw beauty of your unique metaphors, how close it hits to home, every point and every word choice. I gulp down everything you post the moment I see it in my inbox, and then I revisit it again, and again, and here I am finally commenting on my fifth read-through of this piece. I recognized my own Carmilla in #1-#5, down to the point made about how her advice will never hit home, how she is a fein for judgment always looking at others through a slitted side-eye, how she wants everything you have including your partner (something I admitted to myself much later than I should have, because I was too busy steeping myself in the poison). Wonderfully written, gorgeously raw, and everything I hoped it would be when you hinted at it ahead of time. Thanks for sharing! 💕
And of course, the reminder we all needed from one of the wisest to ever do it — that love is never any better than the lover. Perfection, all of it. I know I’ll be back again.
I’ve felt sometimes that love is consuming by nature and often times people choose (knowingly or not) to let it consume the other person rather than be consumed by their love themselves. I do worry that as I get further in my transition the love I feel from certain friends will make a shift from one to the other. I hope, if it does occur, at the very least I hope for the aftertaste to be sweet. As usual I loved this piece, I read it before work and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.🫶
you are always so insightful :) the journey is so specific and i wish you ease throughout each beautiful stage. you’re amazing
You ATE
you are very nice to me thank you.
banger essay
love u
Wow this is making me re-question a few past friendships 😬
yeahhhh 😭
Its when u described the stink face 😂 I was like oh shiiiii
Very on point. Female friendships are so important but toxic ones absolutely demoralizing. Love you.
yes!!
a biting confession, why do we do this to ourselves?
real. i think we can’t control when someone is mean to us, but we can start to hold ourselves accountable for continuing to associate with leechy dynamics. why are we putting our heads in the sand? we don’t have to spend years trying to explain away behaviors!!! we can be real with ourselves!
so good
thank you so much sweet morgan ❤️🤭
ooff the absolute worst kind of "friend."
yeah it really sucks, and it can feel complicated.
sooo complicated. the line between love and hate can be quite thin
Incredible
niaaaa 😊
i love this and hate it bc it’s too real and that’s lowk scary and i had big plans this summer to reconnect w my “carmilla” which i know if i told anyone in my life they would immediately start an intervention but i still don’t care i think i miss her
this describes everything I’ve ever felt in middle school SO perfectly
fuck yes. Could not love this more.
I love everything about this. The raw beauty of your unique metaphors, how close it hits to home, every point and every word choice. I gulp down everything you post the moment I see it in my inbox, and then I revisit it again, and again, and here I am finally commenting on my fifth read-through of this piece. I recognized my own Carmilla in #1-#5, down to the point made about how her advice will never hit home, how she is a fein for judgment always looking at others through a slitted side-eye, how she wants everything you have including your partner (something I admitted to myself much later than I should have, because I was too busy steeping myself in the poison). Wonderfully written, gorgeously raw, and everything I hoped it would be when you hinted at it ahead of time. Thanks for sharing! 💕
And of course, the reminder we all needed from one of the wisest to ever do it — that love is never any better than the lover. Perfection, all of it. I know I’ll be back again.
I am sending this to my therapist to discuss during our next session lml.
I always adore how viscerally you write relationships and relate them to the body <3