Love is…

Love is when he intertwines his fingers with yours and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. When he rubs your back after a long day at work and you can’t function. When you cook French toast in your underwear at 2am after the bar closed because we can’t sleep. When he puts a Johnny cash…

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What really grinds my gears is when men will feed you spoonfuls of bullshit excuses of why they can’t date you such as: “Oh, I have a lot going on with work.” “if only you could move here we could be together.” Or my personal favorite: “I’d rather see where this goes, but I’m down…

Self-Compassion Isn’t Supposed To Be This Fucking Hard.

I keep sabotaging myself. Yes, I should show myself compassion and all that fucking garbage but fuck I should know better by now. I need to stop giving my valuable time to people who definitely don’t deserve it. I keep preaching to remember your worth and don’t settle for less. I’m supposed to be dating…