secondlife

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@MrE_mssg I think Girls that don’t take care of themselves always look better at 18 compared to 25.

But the ones that care and are conscious of their looks almost always look better and peak looks wise in their early to mid 20s. Maybe I just like cougars

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@Pat_Stedman @MajesticPLion These stats are all irrelevant anyways. One guy can bring out a different personality/sex drive in a girl that another guy can’t. Compatibility goes a long way.

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@rombinzoncrusoe Haven’t seen a big enough sample, but I think I’ve noticed the ones whoring out of necessity, (actual trauma, bad daddy issues, etc) come out more normal after realizing they’re being retarded whores.

The ones dabbling in it for no reason seem to have sticky damage.

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@MrE_mssg I get that too, I’m prob just a freak

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@MrE_mssg “sex feels good” aspect is gay. But something to be said about being deeply in love with someone and fully comfortable with each other, which you’ll never experience during first time sex.

when you own a girls soul, the experience and the spark peaks during foreplay anyways.

[asparagoid @asparagoid]

Happy Valentine's day to all the women in the world

Not the woman you show everyone, but the other one

You see, every woman has a much smaller girl secretly hiding inside her. Like a tiny creature who crouches at the very back of a cave

Who watches the entrance for the smallest movements with big scared eyes

She is the realest thing about you

But you are more afraid than anything of showing her to the world

She has no defenses. She has no cleverness. She cannot perform or deflect or charm or argue or joke or protect herself in any way

She has no armor at all

She is the oldest part of you

She’s the part that still somehow believes that love is real, despite all the pain and the ways life has hurt her

She’s open and soft beyond all reason

She is the one who still believes in magic

When you were 4 years old, she ran towards her parents and friends with her arms outstretched and told them she loved them

She's the one who looks up at the starry night sky and feels so impossibly small that she might collapse

She cried for a week when she stepped on a ladybug by mistake

Her heart was wide open

So open that even the smallest things could make her laugh or cry, helplessly, without being able to stop it

Then something happened. It was gradual. Almost too slow and imperceptible to notice happening

You began to build a woman on top of this girl

Layer after layer. You began to learn ways you needed to perform. Ways you needed to seem clever, witty, funny, more professional, more beautiful, more graceful, more anything

Ways you needed to seem like you had your life together and project an image to others that you're going somewhere, doing something, being something

Ways you needed to pretend you weren't needy, weren't hurting, didn't actually care, all while inside it was something utterly different

All the ways you needed to hide yourself behind a wall

The tests, the boundaries and the self-protective philosophies you adopted to help reduce the chances you would ever be rejected

And by the time you were 18, that girl was buried under so many layers upon layers, that you scarcely even remembered she was in there

But she didn’t go anywhere

She was the one who built all these layers because she was so scared that she felt she had to

She is the one who cries herself to sleep in bed alone at the very end of romance films or novels, when nobody is watching

She is the one whose hands tremble before first dates, as she pushes herself and hopes beyond all hopes that this might her person

The one she’s spent her whole life waiting for, so she never ever needs to go through this awful process ever again

She’s the one who pours her heart out writing, then deletes it all

Because it’s too impossibly open, too vulnerable, and therefore she can’t risk a rejection because he whole existence would be crushed into nothingness

She is the one who says "I love you" in the mirror late at night to practice saying it, but can't actually do it in person before it's said to her, because not hearing it back terrifies her to the core

Every woman reading this knows who I am talking about

You can even feel her stirring while you're reading

That slight feeling of recognition behind your eyes. The slight tightening in the chest like you've had a secret exposed. That's her

Modern women spend their lives hiding this secret girl, trying desperately to make sure nobody can see her

They believe this is wise and safe

They believe the walls they've built are what keeps her from getting hurt beyond repair

They even come to believe the walls, the layers, the systems and the self-protective mechanisms are what attracted love and give her the means to keep it

But the truth is she's totally suffocating, somewhere deep in there

She feels the full weight of the walls and the layers pressing down on her

All these things are supposed to protect her

But somehow, they're just pushing her further and further from what she actually wants most deeply

Because this girl doesn't actually want to be protected in the way she's learned

She just wants to be seen exactly as she is

It's not the one with the perfect yoga body and the sophisticated skincare routine and the cultural learnings

It's the one with absolutely nothing. The one who is completely naked, in the deepest sense of the word

Who really wants to walk up to you, trembling, and say "here I am, I love you, please don't hurt me"

She wants to stand in front of a man with no armor, no strategies, no learned routines, no preplanned defense mechanisms to eject first, no backup plan

And simply be that small creature that is hiding at the very back of the cave, out in the light of day, for the very first time

All men know when this girl appears

Every good man who ever loved a woman was not in love with her walls, her performance, her hardened layers, or the self-development routines she built upon herself to try and secure love

He was just waiting

He saw her, for brief moments, at the very back of the cave. and he recognized her

Even if she forgot herself

He knew her

Everything else, all the walls, the castle that was built to keep her hidden, the soldiers that guard the gates. None of that was every interesting to the man

He sees the way she built it all to avoid the hurt, because she slowly learned that it was necessary

Just the thing you're supposed to do

And he saw, through it all, deep inside the innermost room, the girl alone with her knees pulled up to her chest, watching the entrance with her big, scared, yet curious eyes

And he he knew her. That's her, that's the girl I want

But the tragedy is that she's also the one most women abandon first

When life gets too hard, or when love gets too frightening, or when someone gets too close

She's always the one that is exiled first to an even deeper part of the cave

And she's the one who is last to be let to return, if at all

Yet she's also the holder of every hope you were too afraid to say out loud. She's the one who would rather be totally destroyed by the truth than saved by a beautiful life

She's the one who believes that love is real

And she's the one all good men fell in love with

They loved this girl, deep inside, so much, that they'd wait years through all the storms just to see a single glimpse

A glimpse of what they first fell in love with when they felt her heart

The bravest thing a woman can do isn't starting a business, or running a marathon, or growing a social media account, or fighting a war, or publishing a book, or climbing a mountain

The bravest thing a woman can do is let out out the girl at the very back of the cave

And this is also only thing she's ever needed to do

Because when she stands with absolutely nothing, naked and trembling. No walls. No performance. No routines. She is the most lovable thing in the world

Happy Valentine's day to this girl

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@BulletproofMaxP @colejaczko

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

Reality is. If you’re a standout guy in 2026, in a relationship. You’ll find yourself enriching and donating more to your girls soul than the other way around.

Not because she doesn’t want to, but because she’s lost the capacity to.

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@colejaczko I guess you’re right if that’s what men found attractive, but most don’t.

It’s true that most men are now losers, but most women are now soulless.

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@rombinzoncrusoe Worst part is, a lot of these girls aren’t lower quality because of their past. It’s just the internal disgust that’s bothersome.

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@rombinzoncrusoe True, I’ve had same feelings of disgust even when they’ve only been with one guy before, you’d think a lower number would help u cope, but its all the same.

It’s all cooked.

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@rombinzoncrusoe Have had the highest compatibility and biological urge to impregnate chicks that would normally be opposite of what I’d want on paper, red flags, etc, but who am I to ignore my biology.

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@MrE_mssg Every good girl becomes an overbearing controlling mom that forces comfort on her children.

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@rombinzoncrusoe Used to think this too, but reality is, most girls aren’t serious either, both people wasting each others time.

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

Do none of these dating coaches consider that maybe some guys don’t want to fuck a random girl the first time meeting her?

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@EagleCrypto_ @MrE_mssg I’m Canadian lol

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@EagleCrypto_ @MrE_mssg Canadians don’t fuck with Americans bc Canadians are retarded. We have essentially the same cultures/traditions except Canadians are the pussified version in every way.

[secondlife @secondlife_0]

@MrE_mssg At this point, the only solace lies in choosing one that’s obsessed with you and likes you more than you like her.

That seems to be the only “win” left in this part of the world.