Molly Burford

The mornings you don’t have to set your alarm and can wake up when your body actually feels like it. Hugging your best friend after a year of not seeing them. A full-body cry. First kisses.

If you have anxiety, you already know: it sucks.   Anxiety is hard to deal with because it makes you distrust your intuition. Anxiety has you overthink your decisions, your perception, your feelings. Anxiety completely and utterly depletes you.

The greatest love stories don’t always last forever. Sometimes, though, it is exactly that ephemeral nature that makes these romances so beautiful and impactful in the first place.

How your mind can paint a picture of a world that only exists in a fantasy book. Your beating heart. Saying the wrong thing. Missing the bus. Missing the point. Missing the person who broke you. Tired bones.

I’m slowly learning how to miss you without reaching out.   I’m coming to realize that missing you isn’t a good enough reason to reopen the wound, to try and rekindle the flame.

Breadcrumbing is when someone likes you enough to keep you around, but not enough to commit to you. Instead, they leave you with “breadcrumbs” of affection and attention to chase.

Getting benched is when someone you’ve been talking with or dating casually likes you enough to keep you in their rotation but not enough to commit to you and only you.

Brianna Wiest is one of the most prolific, profound, and popular writers on the internet (and bookstores).

The road to healing is often long, difficult, and humbling. Because of this, it can be hard to see how much progress you’ve truly made.

I hope I learned to live well without the apologies I craved but never received. And that things weren’t as personal as they may have felt, even when those seemingly personal things stung.

Fleabag did a lot for society. For starters, Phoebe Waller-Bridge convinced us all to buy a Jumpsuit™️and there was a devastatingly hot priest. More than that, Fleabag taught us to make room for our messy, ugly, and imperfect humanity.

“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

Opening the door to your warm apartment after walking in late January air. Running into a hug from your friend at the airport. Package delivery (you know it’s true). The exhale of resolution.

It goes a little something like this: You’ve been seeing someone for a while. You’ve gone on a number of dates and text regularly.

Coffee-stained teeth. Baggy eyes. Skinned seven-year-old knees. Sore muscles. A heavy heart. Stretch marks. Little ravines at the outer corners of your eyes. Laugh lines. A red wine splotch on the brand-new couch. Smeared lipstick. Stumbling into love.