Love after 25 is different. You’re not looking for sparks. You’re looking for stability, kindness and shared goals. You’ve outgrown games and butterflies. You’re craving peace, emotional safety, and someone whose future aligns with yours.
Unfortunately, i don't like nonchalant men. Be dominant. Check on me. Be affectionate. Tell me im gorgeous. Plan dates. Buy me flowers. Be absolutely obsessed with me
Nobody talks about the stage of grief where you can't even talk about it to anyone anymore because everyone expects you to be getting over it but it still runs through your mind everyday.
My therapist told me, “Women who grew up in broken and dysfunctional homes don’t always have big dreams. They only dream of having a home no one can take away and a person who won’t abandon them.”
i realized that no one, not even my mother or closest friends knows what i’m actually like in the inside of my head, and the only person who actually knows who i am is me
when i say go outside i mean pottery classes, open mic nights, pilates, long walks, game nights, art exhibits, botanical gardens, book signings, sound baths, massages, gun ranges, outdoor cafes, jazz lounges. that kind of outside.
a lot of adults don't better themselves??? and have no intention of growth or healing??? they’re just living their lives with horrible communication skills, lack of emotional intelligence, selfishness, and hurt feelings FOREVER?????
i find it extremely fcked up when you have to ask men “what if she was your sister, daughter or mother” in order to make them see women as valuable human beings