relationships
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I wonder if you know how much love it took to hate you this much. Hate doesn’t come from nothing. It’s not born in a vacuum, not a sudden gust of wind that sweeps through and rearranges everything overnight. No, it’s built—layer by layer, moment by moment, lie by lie. Hate is love that stayed
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Strong Women Carry Baggage (And Mine Has a Broken Wheel and a Body Count) There’s this myth about strong women, like we’re forged from steel and bad decisions, impervious to things like heartbreak, regret, or the soul-crushing weight of our own overthinking. That we walk away from love like it was a slight inconvenience, shake
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Letting go is hard. Even when you know deep down that your heart will eventually heal, it’s like taking a deep breath you haven’t felt in years. There’s a lightness that comes with it—the thought of moving forward. Yet, despite that weight lifting, letting go can still feel impossible. Love is such a beautifully messy
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I’m tired. In the cacophony of modern relationships, it’s easy to feel like you’re shouting into the void, desperately trying to be heard amidst the noise and chaos. The relentless cycle of misunderstanding, miscommunication, and unmet expectations can leave one feeling drained and disillusioned, questioning the very essence of connection and trust. Those committed to
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Perspective is only ever clear to one. Once handed out it tends to get smudged and sullied with every set of grimy hands it gets pushed through. Currently though, as we view everything though Canada’s smoke filled haze it all seems a little grimy, am I right? Tears drip silently down my face as I
I Would Rather Be In Bed 