You weren’t looking for love, you were looking for rare veggies…
…when a very sweet monster bought you a bouquet of flowers at the farmer’s market because the petals matched your hair perfectly and they knew you just had to have them.

They swept you off your tentacles.
But what fun are rare veggies if you don’t have someone to share them with?
So you invite them out for a picnic the following day and much to your surprise by the end of the afternoon you’re finishing each other’s sentences and laughing so hard your face hurts.

What fun is art unless you share it with someone?

What fun is dancing without a partner?

What fun is a cabin in the woods without someone to curl up next to the fire with?

What fun is a giant tub of popcorn without someone to eat half of it so you don’t get a tummy ache?

Ok wait nevermind popcorn is delicious just sit close to me and do that casually cute yawning stretching your arm around me thing.
And then let’s stay up so so late talking about life, the universe, and everything because we can’t get enough of each other.

You know that feeling when you’re first falling in love? Where everything feels like a light breeze kissing your cheek on a sunny spring day. The smell of flowers just beginning to bloom and you want to hug the whole world.
So gushy.
So cliché.
Yes.

Maybe, just maybe, you’ve found your ride or die.
You see them and they see you.
We all just want to be seen.
You find yourself thinking about them constantly, wanting to share everything with them.


Especially that amazing wine you found which has notes of dark fruit such as blackberry and black cherry, as well as subtle hints of vanilla, cedar, and spice, full-bodied richness and balance, rich and intense, with a perfect interplay between the fruit and oak, tannins are firm yet velvety, and the acidity is crisp and bright, giving the wine a long, elegant finish that lingers on the palate, this glass of wine from a pretentious winery is a true work of art, a testament to the winemaker’s passion and expertise, and a celebration of the vineyard’s terroir. It is a drink to be savored, appreciated, and revered.
(Oh ChatGPT you’re so adorbs with your wine descriptions!)
(Wine description is the only AI text in this post.)

But…maybe you haven’t found your monster yet.
Or maybe you had your monster and for whatever reason things didn’t work out.
And maybe right now you feel unlovable and alone and hopeless.
Be gentle with yourself.
These feelings are just a season and they will pass. I promise you can find your way through loneliness and heartbreak. You won’t realize it when it’s happening but minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day your heart will heal and one day you’ll wake up and realize you’re gonna be ok on your own.
The monster you most need to fall in love with is the one staring back at you in the mirror.

Do that.
Celebrate all the wild, beautifully weird things that make you the monster you are. Dig into your obsession with naked mole rats or the way using different types of yeast impact the bread you bake or how to properly balance macronutrients for running or how many licks it really takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop or whatever.
Find the things you love and do a lot of them. Dig into your youness so much the rest of the world doesn’t matter.
That’s when you’ll meet a monster who adores the way you slurp your noodles.

Even if you’re the kind of monster who farts in the tub…

…there’s a monster out there who will want to curl up next to you in the bath (this is what cotton candy scented bath bombs are for).
It’s not always gonna be easy or perfect.

You may find yourself up a creek without a paddle and sometimes that may be because your monster has tossed the paddle over the side of the boat and your eyes are rolling so hard because AGAIN ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!
It happens.
There aren’t always happy endings to these stories which is why when you’re in the thick of lovefest season you need to slow down and pay attention and not miss any of it.

That’s how you build a home for your heart to return to in hard times.

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