turns out love really comes in so many forms. my girls, thoughtful gifts, people remembering my birthday, and even strangers who care enough to make my day 🤍🥹
or is the greatest irony of modern dating that we’re willing to chase the people we have to convince… while quietly running from the ones who never needed convincing at all?
and i couldn’t help but wonder… have we confused butterflies with anxiety for so long that when someone offers us peace, we mistake it for the absence of passion?
you’re a grown adult. a child can’t consent it’s really not that hard to understand. stop calling it “love” or a “relationship” it’s grooming and abuse and you’re a predator
what if the reason some people are so afraid of being loved is because they’ve spent so long believing they need to become someone else before they deserve it?