Modern Love
Love & Other Emotional Crimes
Category: Observations
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The universe is basically a very dramatic mirror. What you see depends entirely on the angle you’re holding your life at, the filter on your mood, and whether you’ve slept enough. History repeats itself – especially if you haven’t done your homework – and sometimes the echoes are so literal they feel like bad rewrites…
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Twin flames. Soulmates. Lightworkers. Starseeds. DFs, DMs… The internet has turned into a spiritual alphabet soup. The deeper you dig, the more labels you find. It’s basically like googling a headache and suddenly discovering you’ve got a brain tumor. Humans have this relentless need to label everything. Introvert, extrovert, ambivert, and now ortrovert? Healers, psychics, mediums……
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Some men are natural liars, manipulators, attention-seekers. And that’s fine… as long as they know which territory they’re entering. Intuitive women? We don’t miss much. We feel it. We see it. Sometimes we say nothing. Sometimes we’ll call it out. But most of the time, we keep our silence because we’ve seen how that story…
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on daring to dream when reality doesn’t match our expectations (yet). Every day we hit accept. Cookies on websites. That it’s raining when we wore a summer skirt. That our hair will frizz, no matter how much serum we convinced ourselves to buy. That the night we’re supposed to look our best, the universe hands…
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In the spiritual world, “raising your vibration” sounds like a permanent prize; like once you’ve done the yoga, the therapy, the shadow work, and maybe bought the overpriced sage, you get to live in eternal bliss. Birds wake you up. Candles glow just right. Everyone smells like bergamot. Except in reality? You wake up not…
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Last year, a song got blissfully stuck in my head. I hummed the melody, enjoyed it, and didn’t think twice about the words. Fast forward a year, I play it again. And suddenly, the lyrics hit me in a way I didn’t even know I was ready for. The words I skimmed over before, the…
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There I was, Saturday night on my balcony, taking a break from watching Gilmore Girls because nothing soothes an overthinking mind quite like the fast-talking women of Stars Hollow. And then… from just one floor below, I hear it. The same theme song. The same Lorelai and Rory banter. I lean slightly over the railing…
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Was it after our first heartbreak? Our first tax return? The moment we decided swings were “embarrassing” and seesaws were “unsafe for the lower back”? Because somewhere between learning how to spell “mortgage” and forgetting how to skip without pulling a hamstring, we lost something. Something soft. Something simple. We traded jungle gyms for gyms.…
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In a society where speaking your mind can quickly earn you a label; too much, too intense, too opinionated, we’ve collectively defaulted to “polite mode.” We sugarcoat. We tiptoe. We water ourselves down like a low-calorie version of truth, and we call it kindness. But in situations where the truth might sting momentarily, yet ultimately liberates the…
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on post-breakup territory wars and becoming strangers with people we once undressed our souls with No one warns you about the silent custody agreement after a breakup. You get your side of the city. I get mine. You get the bar near your place. I’ll avoid it like it’s cursed. I get the bookstore downtown,…
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You don’t need an astrologer to tell you that the planets are in the microwave or turned into lemonade, again. Just open your window and listen, the neighbors are screaming about who left the yogurt out. Your mom suddenly decided now is the perfect time to critique your life decisions, your career, and the way…
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…or are we just falling in love with different versions of our own wounds? At first, I thought I had a type.You know; emotionally unavailable, mysterious, says things like “I don’t believe in labels,” and somehow ruins me with a smile.But after the third version of the same man with a different star sign, I started…
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The one that got away (and never really left) aka: how do you move on when you’re still haunted? We all have that one. The one we fell for like fools in a free fall. No parachute. No plan. Just the dizzy, delusional, delicious hope that this was it. The great love. The one we’d…
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What are we? aka the question that ends the thing you thought you were in We used to date. Now we… what? We talk. We vibe. We hang out. We Netflix and heal. We hold hands in secret. We text like lovers and kiss like we mean it. But ask what are we? And suddenly,…
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When we were 14, “I love you” was practically mandatory. You’d exchange a few texts, hang out at the mall, hold hands, and then, before the month was up, someone would drop the three words. I love you. Boom. Official. Now you’re a couple. Congratulations, your Facebook status can now say “in a relationship.” It…
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