It’s okay if your love language is “please don’t leave when it gets hard” Not everyone speaks it fluently, and that doesn’t make it any less valuable.

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It’s okay if your love language is “please don’t leave when it gets hard” Not everyone speaks it fluently, and that doesn’t make it any less valuable.
5 May, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Sylvia Plath, aged 25, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated February 5, 1958)
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“I’m not into convincing people I’m worthy. I’m into people who’ll convince me on my worst days that I’m still worth the world.”
— Reyna Biddy
“You were never created to feel depressed, unwanted, alone or ashamed. You were created to love and to be loved, and to feel that you are worthy and are valuable.”
— Unknown
L. V., excerpts from the epilogue
Sarah Cane, Crave Complete Plays
I hope you find someone who speaks your soul's language so fluently that you never have to spend another second translating your own heart.
Me and my feminine urge to fill his every brain cell with the thought of me.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch my heart unless you plan to stay.”
— Unknown
And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.
k.b. // unknown
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“As for myself, I had a lot to say. But I was silent.”
— Albert Camus, from Youthful Writings; “Intuitions,” wr. c. 1932
A weak man will never know what to do with a strong woman. She’s not difficult... she’s direct. She’s not rude... she’s honest. But to a man who’s insecure, inconsistent, or emotionally underdeveloped, her strength will feel like a threat instead of a blessing.
She’ll speak her mind... and he’ll flinch. She’ll ask for clarity... and he’ll say she’s "too much." She’ll set boundaries... and he’ll call her controlling. She’ll challenge him to grow... and he’ll say she’s trying to change him. But deep down, it’s not her words that bother him... it’s the fact that she sees right through him. He can’t manipulate her with charm. He can’t pacify her with empty promises. He can’t keep her quiet with crumbs of attention.
So what does he do? He blames her. Blames her attitude. Her independence. Her expectations. Anything to avoid admitting that he simply wasn’t ready for her. That he was intimidated by her self-respect. That he couldn’t handle being held accountable. Because a strong woman will not beg. She will not chase. And she will not water herself down to be more “digestible” for a man who’s still trying to figure out who he is.
She wasn’t too loud... he was just used to silence. She wasn’t too bold... he was just used to women who stayed quiet to keep the peace. She wasn’t too intense... he just wasn’t prepared for someone who didn’t need him, but chose him. And that’s the difference. A weak man craves control... a strong woman demands partnership. And if he’s not ready to meet her as an equal, she won’t shrink to make him comfortable.
He’ll tell people she had an attitude. That she was cold. That she was difficult to love. But the truth is... he was just too scared of what her strength revealed about his weakness. He couldn’t rise to her level, so he tried to dim her light instead.
Let him. Because a strong woman knows her worth. She doesn’t exist to be understood by weak men... she exists to be loved fully by a man strong enough to stand beside her, not one who runs the moment he’s asked to show up.
-Unknown Author
She's toxic, right? That’s the story you’re telling everyone now... but let’s back up for a second. Was she toxic when she gave you her trust, completely and without hesitation? Was she toxic when she believed every word you said, even when her gut told her something wasn’t right? Was she toxic when she kept choosing you, over and over, even after you showed her why she shouldn’t?
Or did she become "toxic" after you broke her spirit?
After the lies you told… after the nights she cried herself to sleep wondering why she wasn’t enough… after the silent treatments, the manipulation, the disrespect, the gaslighting. After the texts from other women. After you made her feel like she was losing her mind for reacting to the things you were actually doing. You didn’t just hurt her...you rewired her.
She wasn’t toxic. She was tired.
She stayed through heartbreak after heartbreak, still hoping you’d change, still trying to love you through the damage. But the more she stayed, the more pieces of herself she lost. And when she finally started snapping... when the love turned into survival... suddenly, she’s the problem?
No. You don’t get to break a woman down and then call her crazy for not being whole.
You don’t get to paint her as bitter or unstable when all she ever wanted was loyalty, effort, and truth.
The truth is, you damaged someone who would have given you the world. And now you want sympathy because she’s no longer soft with you? You didn’t just lose a good woman. You turned her into someone she never wanted to be. That’s not toxicity... that’s trauma. And it came from you.
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