Single in the 6ix: setting things right

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It happens. One minute you’re peachy keen, life is going well. You feel on top; you feel hawt. You’ve got your shit together.

Next minute you’re gasping for air because the loneliness is so palpable you’re choking on its rankness.

#life.

In the more eloquent words of Kate Bolick, as taken from her book, Spinster:

This, I thought, is what it means to be alone: You are solid, intact, and then, without warning, a hinge unlatches, the chimney flue swings open, the infinite freezing black night rushes in, and there is nothing to do but grope in the cold to set things right again.

#settingthingsright.

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