I saw a TikTok where a woman said, if you’re a giver, you need to find another giver to love. You’ll always be happier with someone like you. And damn… if that ain’t the truth. Bc givers don’t just love, we pour. We stretch, we sacrifice, we make space where there is none.
I don't know who needs to hear this, but start living.
The days are flying by, and all you do is work, pay bills, and stress.
Enjoy what you can-walks, sunsets, music, laughter. Joy doesn't have to be expensive. You deserve it.
Deep convos are my safe place. My love language is intellectual intimacy. There’s something about peeling back the layers of who we are, tracing the roots of our emotion & mapping out the way our pasts shape our present that feels like home to me.