Nobody tells you how hard it is to rewire your brain so you can allow amazing things to happen to you after so much trauma or hurt. Blessings exist, good people exist, a softer life exists. Let it happen.
i think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
My last relationship really opened my eyes. Going back again and again don’t mean nothing gon change. You can love harder, be more patient, give chance after chance, pray on it, wait on potential, and still end up right back where you started. Same problems. Same excuses. Same patterns. Same disappointment. I learned that effort don’t fix what someone refuses to change.
At some point you gotta be honest with yourself. Hoping for a different outcome from the same situation is just delaying the lesson. Not everything is meant to be repaired. Some things only exist to teach you what you will and won’t tolerate. And once that lesson hit, you move different. You stop forcing, stop chasing, stop romanticizing struggle. That relationship didn’t just end, it shifted how I love, how I choose, and how I protect my peace.
when i vent. I tell both sides. I never just tell my side cause I always wanna know if I'm tripping or not. I'm not venting for you to be on my side. I'm venting for another point of view.
‘reading is just a hobby’ no babe. it's a personality, a lifestyle, a coping mechanism, a love language, a form of emotional damage, an escapism, and the reason for my high standards.
co-existing in silence, inside jokes, random noises/phrases, common interests, very niche memes, sharing excitement in things that only matter to the other person
i loved lord byron’s quote at the end of frankenstein the film, “and thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.” it’s as simple as that, grief will catch us all but so will love