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I think loving tires the heart, because we’re holding back. Holding back hurts. Holding back tires. We can’t come on too strong, text every minute, knock on their door every hour. We’re not even sure we want to. https://t.co/YBprcEVHfX
I can be with myself. I can take my own needs seriously. I was so embarassed to / didn’t have the idea to take my own needs seriously and kindly, but I can. https://t.co/OvkrXMGpTF
Somehow, it leaves me with more than boundless energy with the person, and a great amount of self-respect for myself in the meantime. https://t.co/I31QTw7A67
I’m not trying to not be human. I’m not trying to transcend my need for connection or loneliness anymore. I’m being rigorously honest that when I watch YouTube or think about her, often it’s out of a very human, social desire to be with other people. https://t.co/QlMaracAF0
Sometimes it really is as simple as being a mammal and mammal me doesn’t give a fuck about my work or what’s ideal it just wants to dance and fuck and be happy. Sometimes being human being means the mammal. https://t.co/3S3ZNJjPg6
There’s a deep self-respect that comes with allowing my unconscious and self to provide for myself with unerring love. https://t.co/943whhQ9XU
I love the idea of dating myself as the process of gaining respect and awe for the Whole Mind, for the already enlightened mind, the unconscious already perceiving and filtering a million things and in connection with others and the environment, constantly.
Now . . . there’s a heightened sense of stanning for myself, knocking as I want, not suppressing, yet also in 8/10 cases recognising I don’t ACTUALLY want the time with her, I just want to be loved, and I can love myself real good. https://t.co/7Gu7JJgL09
No one can be as kind to me as I can be to me. No one can root for me as much as I can, constantly. I can’t count on anyone to be as aligned, helpful, or capable of getting me out of shit as me. Is this called becoming . . . self-reliant? https://t.co/uAAmhjTOKM
If anything, I knock more now, none of this compromises my ability to take action, because it’s about optionality, so I can see more clearly and pick what’s adaptive, rather being stuck in the gridlock traffic jam of my own thoughts. https://t.co/slDvtIQsxJ
Instead, I felt more free to just allow the infinite to be and update and listen. - It doesn’t compromise my ability to disagree - It doesn’t compromise my ability to rebuke harmful takes - It doesn’t compromise anything It just gives me optionality. https://t.co/tjxufh9n7q
Each moment of a love-worn heart is a moment where I remember just the beauty of being able be with myself now, and my god, it’s nice. Weird how much it manifests in terms of my musculature too. https://t.co/TeRj1OiPkS