Exploitative sexuality is prevalent af. Has been here since centuries. And is still here in almost every man I see.
Blush is the purest sign of the start of something called love.
Seeing your kids, provides some temporary relief from the daily confrontation of your sagging skin in the mirror. Seeing your youth back in the form of your kids, does stroke some of your ego in the face of the cruel time, which took away your youth, doesn't it? don't worry it will kill your kids too.
That's a selfish reason tho. Maybe you don't really love your kids, you love your younger versions.
That's you lying to yourself and not being fair to them.
Never. Maybe just once you were. Never again.
Love is the anti thesis of fear.
Beautiful in the way your eyes look down, the way your eyebrows raise then tilt to a side, the way your smirk comes, or the way you look from behind, the way you walk, the weird vibes you give, beautiful to my eyes, soul and mind. 💀
Maybe that's why spoken words never matter to him.
I give you the permission.
I am on my way to catch more glimpses again. Or maybe. Stretch the glimpses into movies.
We can't beat the sun, can we. Sunscreens fail, our skin falls.
I'll wait a 10,000 years for you. And more. And some more.
I don't know when will you believe me.
Noone has clarity. Those who can give it to you, won't by design, so as to cause you pain. They are sadists.
we aren't meant to be apart.
"love never respects whatever science tells". -Pranjli.
Love respects love. 😻
And so we conform to the invisible eye of patriarchy. #feminist
In other words, from a narcissist.
Rising higher to new knowledge everyday.
The cowards leave the things they like.
Confusion is the anti-thesis of smartness.
Love you is easy like 1 2 3.
The reason I felt so lonely.
All the reasons that you gaslighted
All the reasons you weren't patient enough to listen
All the reasons that are unknown to you
Sleeping behind your narcissistic assumptions.
You are my existential crisis.
You matter to me, just like your words.
Some people say that love ain't enough. I choose to present my narrative and say that love is the only thing that can fill each corner of your emptiness, make the incomplete, complete, make it enough, make it perfect, make it ideal. It's the lack of love towards something, that stunts you in the middle, and you blame it on love.
When you feel like love ain't enough, just know that there ain't no love there, and there never was. Love is all powerful and ever growing. All encompassing. It beats time. 😊
Your contact is eternally saved.
The irony of asking too much.
Summer loves should better be called Summer lusts.
A night spent together...😥
Will always keep looking for you.