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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@d-jf
'pierre balmain "corset" evening dress in blue taffetta + gray-green velvet, c. 1951' in fifty years of fashion: new look to now - valerie steele (1997)
2025, i have seen enough of you girl.
Method Man x Redman
where the lover boys at, i can’t fuck with you hoes
i love when someone says “that’s so you” it’s nice knowing i have a little vibe of my own
and for my final act of love, you win, please stay tf away from me
And he's still blaming everyone but himself.
Emilia Pérez (2024)
i wanna share something.
watching ur stories every day is infuriating.
this is no “not all men are..” “ I’m different…”
Or textbook men trauma poaching behaviour or ulterior motive bullshit. but I wanna tell u a story.
but it made me think of where my idea for who was my soul mate began or what my dream girl was.
the social heirachy of a school that was Zoey 101 and hogwarts always had strict unspoken rules. we all knew that. dog eat dog world where the opinions of the masses mattered more than your own.
to me at that time you were high school musical.
and yes we all know your gorgeous and crush in HS blah blah. but It never was about that for me. I really wanted to know JUST something about you, lucky to even dream of knowing what your values were, what makes you laugh, if you put sugar in your tea, or at least one thing about you.
like I was drawn to the mystery of who you were and the social barriers in the way. not even romantically, but like wtf why can’t I know this person? how would I even try to? such a warped place.
years and years later, I think I’ve found the one. and the process of our personalities intertwining over years and getting to bind our souls is more powerful than words.
and I watch your stories every day, clearly after years of trauma, hurt gaslighting and mistreatment— you almost spell out criteria for your next man or what they need. Sometimes even posting DMs of that one guy “give me a chance” 😂.
And yes there’s the classic pretty girl/fuck boy story lines, or the “nice guy/settle story lines “ that are just cliche. When I see ur stories that’s all I interpret. Scars from old wounds.
if anything it gives away a roadmap for someone to manipulate you even more if they are better than lying than the last person.
once upon a time the farfetched idea of getting to know you, in words sentences and smiles on every topic from your song or movie, to how you think — as if they were all colours to explore in a painting that was left a blank canvas from an artist you never met, hurts me. not because that’s what you “deserve” I never knew you. But because that’s what love is. And from what I see everyday without fail is that no one has made you feel that your life is in colour.
you were the first person I ever saw and said I wanna know her.
Whoever you are I’m happy for you that you found the one, truly. Some of us were never loved unconditionally by even our own blood so we’re cursed to a lifetime of pain disguised as love.
pretty girls always know they hot. you know u do.
And you know others see you like that.
Human nature.
but seeing ur monotonous stories for days about how u need to be treated like a twin flame, and essentially whole vibe is “im a high value women”
Screams to me that no man has taken the time to get to know you. And love you as a person more intensely than your flesh.
and you have to make it damn clear to the world that’s not acceptable because I think you’re insecure about the fact that the men you find attractive seem to just use you.
but in doing that you just give them a road map for better lies.
I always wanted to know who you really are. not the games others played. you’re giving away the power to them, and saying that I’m a tough code to crack, which inherently makes it about them trying to get in your pants. And invites a 6 pack with their bags packed.
Flip the script.
your husband will not be in your DMs. It’ll be the most magical spontaneous thing in your life that happens when you least expect it.
He has to discover you, not already knowing the answers to minesweeper from following you and fantasying over ur body in pixels. it’s too easy for them to lie to you.
you are soo worth it. But who are you?
Ok you keep running w this very thought out narrative you got going on, the fact you came here to write this anonymously has me a lil uncomfy🤣