normalize leaving people to avoid empathy burnout. yes, i love you, but i am tired of having to ask you to consider me, and i am tired of you not seeing where you went wrong.
Being traumatized by a man who chased and wanted you first has got to be a humiliation ritual of some sort especially if you lowered your standards to be with him in the first place. Like ew.
Like, getting my pussy ate is great… but imagine how much better it would be if that man took me out and made me laugh, whispered to me abt how good I’ma taste later, and rubbed my thigh in the car and then ate me down when he got me back…
IMAGINE
People don’t talk enough about how nice it is to feel sure in love. Not anxious. Not half-loved. Not almost chosen. Being assured they want you. No begging. No shrinking. No proving your worth. That kind of love is everything.