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Really lovely text my dad sent me after I cried into the phone to him a bunch tonight

Really lovely text my dad sent me after I cried into the phone to him a bunch tonight

I asked my ex, now good friend, if she would ever have an open relationship and she said, “No, I don’t think I could do that” then after a pause and a smile, “but what about love affair friendships?” She went on to describe an impenetrable fortress of female friendship, her own group of best mates who’d known each other since school and had supported and loved each other through almost all of their lifetimes. They sounded far more bonded to, and in love with one another, than their respective husbands. It struck me that we don’t have the language to reflect the diversity and breadth of connections we experience. Why is sex the thing we tend to define a relationship by, when in fact it can be simple casual fun without a deep emotional transaction? Why do we say “just friends” when, for some of us, a friendship goes deeper? Can we define a new currency of commitment that celebrates and values this? Instead of having multiple confusing interpretations of the same word, could we have different words? What if we viewed our relationships as a pyramid structure with our primary partner at the top and a host of lovers, friends, spiritual soul mates, colleagues, and acquaintances beneath that?

That’s not how this works dad

That’s not how this works dad

Regram from @traciiiiiiii, I call it:
“Girl in Hoodie Botches B7 Chord”

Regram from @traciiiiiiii, I call it:
“Girl in Hoodie Botches B7 Chord”

Just rocked this puzzle

Just rocked this puzzle

Healing is a small and ordinary and very burnt thing. And it’s one thing and one thing only: it’s doing what you have to do.

—Cheryl Strayed