HeyJaredmouthful of marigolds
a slow-burning hearth for women who want to live inside their softness unapologetically
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i hope you learn how good your own company is (opens the original)
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i hope you learn how good your own company is. i hope you meet it as the main event of an evening, with the table set for it and nothing else on the calendar.i hope you find an evening alone in your house so satisfying that most invitations start to look thin by comparison. i hope your standards rise from there, naturally, without effort, until only the genuinely interesting can reach you. and i hope whoever does reach you understands exactly what they are interrupting.it starts, usually, with t
why lover girls fall for emotionally unavailable men (opens the original)
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She is the one who texts first, who says I missed you and means it, who shows up with her whole heart in her hands. Openly, generously, without the ‘space is cool’ narrative so many of us have learned to accept, she gives everything. And still she keeps choosing the same man. The one who runs warm and then cold, who pulls her close and then vanishes for days, who cannot quite stay and cannot quite leave, who she is certain, absolutely certain, she can reach if she just loves him well enough. Int
it’s better to drown in embarrassment than die of regret (opens the original)
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I am hungry for vulnerability. The raw exchange, the moment a conversation drops through its own floor and two people find themselves sharing their truth. I ask the question that makes the room go still. I want to know how your marriage actually is. I want to know what you think about at three in the morning, whether you still love him, what you have never told anyone, what you are most ashamed of and most proud of and most afraid will never happen for you. I want all of it. No small talk for me
the most vulnerable thing you will ever do is fall in love (opens the original)
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We call all sorts of things brave. We give medals for the ones that involve fire, height and risking the body. But the most exposing thing a human being ever does happens with the lights low, when one person lets another all the way in and stops defending the door. To be truly intimate with someone is to hand them the map to every soft place in you and trust them not to press. There is no armor thick enough to do it in. You cannot be genuinely close to another person and stay protected at the sa
Growing Up With a Mother I Was Losing (opens the original)
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The first half of this is free to read. Paid subscriptions are what let me write the pieces that cost something to write.When the laundry came back from the line, stiff and warm and smelling of sun, I would press my face into my mother’s saris and breathe her in. I was six, maybe seven. I remember telling her, with all the seriousness a small child can hold, that I never wanted to grow up. If I grew up, she would grow older, and one day she would die, and I could not bear the thought of it. I lo
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