𐌁𐌉Ᏽ 𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌉 🍂

There’s someone out there who’s going to stay indoors this whole weekend, no dates, no cuddles, NOTHING. Just loneliness.

When I like someone, I go too hard for them… I wanna buy them stuff, I’m too available, too loyal, too thoughtful, too loving. And that’s my problem. I always love how I want to be loved, hoping it gets reciprocated & guess what, it doesn’t.

Normalize having a threatening aura but actually being an absolute sweetheart, keeping the perfect balance of softness while making it clear you’re not someone to be played with.

As much as I complain about paying for things, I’m grateful that I’m able to pay for the things I need or want. Thank you, God.

I may look normal, but I have a chat with myself on WhatsApp where I send important stuff.

Being an adult feels like, “If I can just get through this week, I’ll be okay.” But it’s every damn week😭😭

Late night conversations is how you catch feelings for people you’re supposed to be just friends with.

I’m the kind of person who will know you’re lying, know the truth, but still let you lie just to see how far you’ll go.

Idgaf what y’all normalize, I wanna get married, be a good husband, have a loving partner, build a happy home & be in love with one person forever.

No matter how sad their story is, don’t let anybody move into your house.

I can’t wait until I get past whatever stage this is in my life.

I suck at applying pressure. The first time you seem uninterested, I’m not either.

I used to think our parents were too strict, but seeing these kids today, I’ve changed my mind. I’m grateful for the way I was raised LOL.

Heavy on……I ain’t even mad at you. That’s just who you are, your character, & you will never change. Be that, but I won’t ever deal with it again.

Nobody really talks about how hard it is to wait on God. Some days you have it all together, and other days you burst into tears, wondering how long this season will last.

Our parents don’t know how often we sit with the thought of how we’ll repay their hard work and sacrifices. Hope it all goes well for us.

I pray I marry someone who never gets tired of me. Like, years in and still obsessed.

Behind my shy, quiet, and introverted personality is an annoying, loud, and goofy person who talks nonstop about random things, laughs at the corniest jokes, and gets excited about the smallest things.

Fumbling a baddie and fumbling a good woman ain’t the same thing man. One you regret for 3 days, the other for a lifetime.

I actually suck at applying pressure. Are we vibing, or am I just disturbing you?

I’m at an age now where I can tell it won’t work just from the conversation.