I don’t believe I’m hard to love. I believe I’m difficult to love casually. There’s a difference. I ask questions. I pay attention. I value consistency. I want emotional depth, affection, friendship, God, accountability, intimacy + direction. I don’t want somebody who simply enjoys me. I want somebody prepared to participate in what they’re asking to experience. And until then? I’m not sitting around miserable. I have an entire beautiful life to live.
It's Friday
I'm not pregnant, haven't looked at a man's following list
I’m not asking ChatGPT what the behavior or text means
And nobody's son is disturbing my nervous system.
Life is good.
Nobody talks about the grief that comes with accepting that maybe some of the things you imagined for your life aren’t going to happen the way you hoped, or maybe they won’t happen at all
"Free Palestine" ya llego al mismo nivel performativo de Black Lives matter en 2020.
Gente mala que se cree buena por hacer linchamientos en internet.
No les importa realmente.
Pero les ayuda a idolatrar su falsa superiodad moral.
No se los voy a negar. Me hizo mierda el video.
Muchos no reconocen o le bajan el precio a la carrera de Tomás rincon. Fácil top3 histórico de nuestro futbol.