Modern Love
Love & Other Emotional Crimes
Category: Personal
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Yesterday, the air smelled like snow. You know that smell, the kind that sneaks up on you, taps you on the shoulder, and whispers, “Put your expectations down, but trust me anyway.” I didn’t get my hopes up. I never do. I just knew. And sure enough, it snowed. The first snow of the season…
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My brain cells have officially filed for early retirement after prolonged exposure to Grittibänz im Benz and a series of sleep-deprived trips that should honestly come with a warning label: “You may hallucinate slightly and send cheesy texts.” The last weeks of December did not disappoint. In fact, they fully chose YOLO: we are living life to the fullest 😉…
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Life is too short to care about what other people think of you. I know, because I used to care professionally. Olympic-level caring. I was uptight, perfectionist, deeply allergic to rejection. I curated myself like a museum exhibit: composed, appropriate, quietly impressive. No sudden movements. No visible weirdness. God forbid anyone realized I was… different. Then…
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I’m stargazing in Bern. On a clear night. The moon is nowhere to be found, and the Vegas-level light pollution from the Sternenmarkt isn’t enough to block the stars (fortunately). The sky is clear. I have an Aare Bier in one hand and then a Müntschi in the other. I’m standing on the terrace I…
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Three Negronis in, I’m blasting techno on my balance board, fully allergic to consequences, and temporarily evolving into the most unhinged version of myself to date. Snusless. Dopamine-starved. Adrenaline-deprived. I literally climbed a random parking-lot wall just to feel something. I could see the fire in my own eyes and honestly? I understood what some…
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On Saturday, we went on the first snow hike of the year. Me, the snow-obsessed newborn who predicted snowfall at 15 months old before anyone even taught her what snow was, purely by smelling the air, had already been homesick for mountains for weeks. Soul pull, heart pull, ancestral craving for snow, cheese, chocolate, and glacier…
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My upstairs neighbors; apparently a pack of teenagers I would avoid at all costs in public, you know the type that looks like they want to be in a gang, have decided it’s perfectly acceptable to blast music at any hour of the day and night. Bold. Loud. Unapologetic. Which, unfortunately for my moral high ground, is classic karma…
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What if PMS wasn’t a pack of unhinged basement goblins we’re supposed to chain up, hide from society, and pretend we don’t have? What if our symptoms were just… messengers? Loud, dramatic messengers, sure, but still pointing at everything we’ve been bottling up. That month. That year. Our whole damn life. What if our period…
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“Does my breath smell like onions?” “Yeah.” “Well, you should’ve eaten some, too.” – dream wisdom Apparently my clone decided to demolish an onion pie in some parallel universe yesterday and my soul, being the nosy little antenna that it is, synced right into the experience like Netflix autoplay but for karmic cuisine and made sure I…
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Rowan and Maris had lived in the same neighborhood for years. Same streets, same cafés, same grocery stores. They’d run into each other here and there; a bite to eat, a walk, a casual hangout. Nothing dramatic, nothing “plot twist” worthy. Just two people orbiting in the same little corner of the world. Rowan was…
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Self-love tip: make your home a place you actually want to be. Not just a pit-stop where your soul slowly rots between Zoom calls and half-eaten snacks. A home you can’t wait to go back to. A place that says: “Yeah, I see you. Come in. Chill. You deserve this.” Today I rearranged furniture. That’s it. Simple.…
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I couldn’t help but wonder, why do we treat our homes like pit stops instead of sanctuaries? In relationships, we crave that can’t-wait-to-see-them energy. We text them on the way home, already imagining the conversations, the cuddles, the snacks. So why don’t we feel the same way about coming home to ourselves? Maybe the truth is……
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It gives you a song that activates your party mode like a hidden cheat code you forgot existed. One moment you’re minding your business. The next? You’re vibing to a song you swear you’ve never heard… but your subconscious is dancing like it’s 2024. Memories you didn’t know were still in storage suddenly come online like: “Hello?…
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I couldn’t help but wonder… How many cities are actually designed to destroy us… and why do they never send a follow‑up apology email? I feel happy for my girl friends who found home in Milano, and how this city that’s my training ground and zen-testing, is somehow their happy place. Some places drain you…
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