#rawemotions

[serolf-man]

Hay heridas que ni el tiempo nombra, solo las sostiene el eco de lo que ya no se atreve a sonar. 📷 Photo: Jean-Daniel Francoeur

[julesboo16]

There is a pain that so many women carry in silence.

The pain of looking in the mirror and wondering why they don't feel like enough anymore.

Enough to be desired.

Enough to be exciting.

Enough to compete with the endless stream of perfect bodies, porn, AI fantasies, filtered women, and sexual content that never seems to end.

You begin to question everything.

Am I too fat?

Too old?

Too boring?

Not adventurous enough?

Why can't I be like them?

What people don't realise is that this doesn't make a woman want to try harder. It doesn't make her more confident or more adventurous in the bedroom.

It does the opposite.

It slowly breaks her.

She stops feeling sexy. She stops believing compliments because they no longer feel true. She covers her body. She avoids being seen. She pulls away, not because she doesn't love her partner, but because she no longer loves what she sees in herself.

How do you flirt when you feel ugly?

How do you talk dirty when your inner voice is telling you that someone else does it better?

How do you undress in front of the person you love when you're convinced they're comparing you to women who don't even exist?

You don't.

You retreat.

You become quieter. More guarded. More distant.

And then people ask why her sex drive changed.

It wasn't because she stopped loving.

It was because she stopped feeling safe. She stopped feeling chosen. She stopped believing she could ever be enough in a world that constantly tells women they should be younger, sexier, louder, wilder, and more available.

A woman's confidence isn't only built by what she sees in the mirror. It's built by how she's loved, how she's valued, and whether she feels like she's enough exactly as she is.

Never underestimate what constant comparison can do to a woman's heart.

It doesn't just damage her confidence.

It can slowly convince her she's impossible to love.

[remi-lonelysoulinthewilderness]

What if love was never really about love? What if it was about the spaces between us, the aching need to be understood, the silent prayers whispered in the dark hoping someone hears them? Maybe love isn’t the grand gestures or the words we say but the unspoken understanding, the quiet staying when everything else tells you to leave. Maybe it’s not about hearts racing but about hands that don’t let go, not about falling but about finding—finding a home in someone’s presence, a refuge in their arms. What if love was never about perfection or eternity but about the simple, fragile truth that for a moment, in this vast and indifferent world, someone chooses you?

[sexvervesoul-igou]

"Lost in the moment, where nothing else exists but the touch of a kiss. 💫💋

[siennacrowe]

Pain Archives｜Personal Emotional Rocrds

This is a personal emotional archive —

a raw outpouring of feelings, not a polished piece of art.

The core themes are pain, discomfort, hesitation, and the dissonance between surface and reality.

The shooting angles themselves are filled with spiritual uncertainty and hesitation.

It captures the fracture between the world above water and the world beneath, hinting at larger existential questions.

At its heart, it’s a small act of emotional venting — but honest, fragile, and painfully real.

Vivid colors, blurred details.

A surface of abundance, an undercurrent of ache.

At the height of brightness, loneliness cuts the deepest.

[rishilagaman]

To die for love is a line rehearsed too often.

Easy. Beautiful, even. But short-lived.

To live for love,

to wake up every day and choose it,

despite the weight of the world,

despite the chaos in your own chest

that’s where the real courage lies.

I want to live for you.

To breathe even when it feels like glass in my throat.

To walk barefoot through every regret just to reach the sound of your voice.

To grow old beside you, even when it’s boring.

To be your calm, even when my bones are shaking from storms I’ll never name.

To keep living, not out of defiance,

but because something inside me still refuses to let go,

a fragile, furious flicker that says,

not yet.

[olympianpoetrycollection]

A poem that inspired me to write on my Medium Blog https://lmpratdesaba.medium.com/the-trap-of-not-being-you-9e3b809c3848

[elfuegointerior]

101224

Soñé que estaba en un departamento, que me recordaba a cuando vivía en Vidrio, aunque la ubicación parecía ser más bien en Paseos de Sol. Estaba sentado en la mesa con Alemán, quien me preguntaba si era una buena zona para comprar una casa. Yo le respondía que sí, pero que había escasez de agua y que debería asegurarse de que había suficiente agua donde planeaba vivir.

Luego me encontraba en una llanura seca junto a un río. En algún momento, me cruzaba con Mau, pero continuaba caminando y veía edificios a medio construir y abandonados, todos sin techo. Dentro de uno de estos edificios, había un hombre y una mujer haciendo el amor sobre una colchoneta en el suelo, mientras alrededor crecía la hierba. Seguía caminando por este lugar medio inhóspito.

I dreamt I was in an apartment, reminiscent of when I lived in Vidrio, though it seemed to be located in Paseos de Sol. I was sitting at a table with Alemán, who asked if it was a good area to buy a house. I told him yes, but there was a water shortage, and he should ensure there was sufficient water where he planned to live.

I then found myself on a dry plain next to a river. At one point, I crossed paths with Mau but kept walking and saw buildings half-built and abandoned, all roofless. Inside one of these buildings, a man and a woman were making love on a mattress on the ground, with grass growing around them. I continued walking through this somewhat inhospitable place.

Estos sueños pueden estar explorando temas de estabilidad y transitoriedad. El primer sueño podría reflejar preocupaciones sobre las decisiones de vida a largo plazo, como la compra de una casa y los factores prácticos asociados con ello, como la disponibilidad de recursos esenciales. El segundo sueño podría simbolizar tu percepción de lugares y situaciones abandonadas o inacabadas en tu vida, o tal vez la exploración de emociones crudas y naturales en entornos desolados. El acto de hacer el amor en un lugar abandonado podría estar destacando una búsqueda de conexión humana y vitalidad en medio de la desolación.