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Iām building a life so full that love is a bonus, not a requirement.
Me when guys do the bare minimum š¤”
I am the prize.
I am the constant.
Anyone who stays must keep up.
self-respect is not holding back.
Boundaries are not half-love.
Theyāre the container that lets deep love survive without killing you.š©·
Intensity is sacred only when itās mirrored otherwise it becomes a slow emotional bleed.
Love feels like suicide pact with fate.
Iāll burn everything now so I never have to rebuild later.
you can memorize someoneās laugh, habits, small things but people arenāt static. They evolve, shed layers, build new ones. Sometimes they outgrow the version you loved. Sometimes you outgrow them.
Itās kinda tragic āknowing someoneā feels permanent, but in reality, itās just knowing who they were at that time. Love, friendship, even family they all shift with time and circumstance.
But hereās the beautiful side of it if people can change, that means you can too. You can re-meet them, or yourself, again and again.
So yeah, knowing someone isnāt a guarantee itās just a moment in the long, messy poem of who weāre all becoming. š¤
Anyone can talk about their fav songs or what they wore last weekend, but tell me why you love that song what memory it ties to, what it healed, what it broke. Thatās where the real intimacy lives.
Honestly, itās rare and lowkey powerful to be wired like that in a world obsessed with surface level everything. But it also means you probably get bored real quick with people who canāt meet you there. š
convenient choices keep you comfy, safe, predictable. But intentional choices? theyāre uncomfortable as hell, but they move you. Theyāre like little acts of rebellion against your old self.
Like choosing to rest instead of doomscrolling. To study when itās easier to procrastinate. To walk away from people who drain you even if you still love them. Thatās when your life actually starts shifting timelines, yāknow?
We donāt learn love in theory we inherit it from how we were treated, what we craved, what broke us, what healed us. Like if someoneās love felt unsafe or unpredictable, we start confusing anxiety with passion. If it was calm and kind, we see safety as love.
So yeah everyoneās definition of love is basically a map of their emotional history. Some people define love as attention, others as peace, others as pain theyāve learned to tolerate. Itās kinda beautiful and sad at the same time.
Itās wild how our mouths go on autopilot for small talk, jokes, and random nonsense but when itās something real? like āI miss you,ā āIām scared,ā or āI love you but I donāt trust youā? suddenly our throat turns into concrete.
Important things carry weight. They risk rejection, change, vulnerability so saying them means surrendering control. But meaningless things? theyāre like filler noise safe, disposable, no emotional stakes.
Really the heaviest truths are often the quietest ones. the ones we whisper to ourselves instead of others.
sometimes girls learn to charm, to pretend, to perform, cause being real wasnāt safe or appreciated. So itās hot and tragic in a beautiful way.
When we don't understand someone, we fall in love with them. Tbh, thereās something kinda hauntingly true about that. Like when we donāt fully understand someone, they become a mystery, and mystery is magnetic. Our brain fills in the gaps with imagination, fantasy, what we wish they were. That illusion feels like love sometimes.
But when we do understand them like really see the mess, the patterns, the soft spots, the ego it either strengthens the love into something real, or it shatters it completely. So yeah, love born from misunderstanding is that dreamy, poetic, slightly delusional kind the one that feels cinematic but can crumble when reality kicks in.
misunderstanding might spark love, but understanding is what keeps it alive.š©·
i think iāve outgrown feelings.
like iāve cried so much in silence that now even pain feels quiet.
thereās no tears left, just this weird emptiness sitting in my chest.
i suppress everything till it dies inside me.
maybe thatās why nothing hurts anymore.
maybe thatās why nothing matters either.