So instead, my only option to be loved is to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known. To wear my heart on my digital sleeve, a proverbial sleeve that’s threads are made up of a sum of all of my writing, social media accounts, in-person interactions, and more, not just a curated feed of minimum viable story filled with dopamine-inducing 280... See more

I think true love is inseparable from selfhood. Love, at its best, sharpens who we are. But the paradox is that it often requires clarity to begin with. The more honestly and precisely you can express your interior world, the more easily the right person can find and respond to it. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, love itself becomes the very force that... See more

Blurriness is a soft-edged kind of confusion, which emerges when we haven’t yet found the language to name who we are. This relates to relationships, because when you can’t name yourself, it’s almost impossible for anyone else to meet you properly.

If someone can’t see us, it’s usually one of two things: sometimes, they don’t yet have the eyes to... See more

Good crushes and love are data-collection systems for identity, because they help you understand your shape

To speak clearly is to reveal a shape, not a final form, but a felt one. This isn’t about locking into a fixed identity forever, but offering an image sharp enough that others can respond to it.

Mirror it, play with it, meet it. Let it evolve. Like a photograph in the darkroom, gradually revealing deeper colour, clearer edges, something someone can... See more