Libriscent✓

“I would kill for you.” “I would die for you.” Yeah, well, I would heal for you. I’d unlearn my toxic patterns, face my wounds, and become a healthier person so my love doesn’t hurt you.

consistency isn't boring. the person who texts back the same way in month eight as week one isn't dull, they're safe. you're not bored of them. you were just used to bracing for impact.

the thing about a liar is they never get caught on the big story. they get caught on the details. tuesday it was his cousin. friday it was a coworker. sunday he doesn't remember saying either. the truth never needs rehearsing. only the story does.

you don't owe a second chance to someone who wasted the first one on purpose. forgiveness is free. access to you isn't.

stop calling it a "rough patch" when it's been a year. a rough patch has an end. what you're in is a pattern, and patterns don't change because you got better at tolerating them.

the funny thing about avoidants is they only miss you once you stop reaching. while you were asking for more, you were "a lot." the second you go quiet, you're "the one that got away." they don't want you back. they want the version of you that didn't need anything.

Why is a woman "too emotional" when she cries after being hurt, but a man who punches walls and goes silent for days is just "going through something"? 👀

the scariest part of being lied to isn't the lie. it's how calm they were while telling it. same voice, same eye contact, same "why would i lie to you?" you don't just lose trust in them. you lose trust in what honesty even looks like.

avoidants don't leave when things go wrong. they leave when things get real. the second you need reassurance instead of fun, they suddenly "need space." you weren't too much. you were just the first person who asked them to show up.

you ever date someone who goes quiet every time things get real? you bring up one small thing and they disappear for two days, then come back acting like nothing happened. and somehow you end up apologising for "making it a big deal." the silence was the answer.

you didn’t accidentally flirt, send those messages, meet up, or kiss. and you certainly didn’t accidentally cross a boundary. at every step, you had a choice. you could’ve stopped, been honest, and respected the relationship you were in. but you chose to keep going. so please stop calling it a mistake. one bad decision might be a mistake, but repeatedly choosing to cross the line is a pattern of betrayal. every time you had the chance to stop and chose not to, you made another decision that could hurt someone who genuinely loved you.

you ever been with someone who only listens so they can reply? you explain why you're hurt and suddenly it becomes about their bad day, their stress, their past. after a while you stop explaining, and they call it you "changing." be honest, did you change, or did you just get tired of talking to a wall?

RT @Solyricon: Being called “sombong” and “unapproachable” by a man is honestly a compliment. thank you for noticing that not everyone gets access to me. 😌

RT @Solyricon: if a little girl tells you a grown man makes her uncomfortable and your first reaction is to tell her not to be rude, you’ve already taught her that an adult’s feelings matter more than her own safety. you’ve taught her to silence herself to keep others comfortable. and that is fucking terrifying.

nobody warns you that after betrayal you start going back through your own memories like evidence. every "i'm just tired", every late reply, every "it's nothing, babe"… you replay all of it, wondering how you missed it. the lie hurts, but what really breaks you is remembering how many times you defended them to yourself. be honest, have you ever caught yourself doing this?

nobody talks about the kind of rage you feel as a grown woman when you finally understand why that little girl inside you felt so alone, and realize she never should’ve had to feel that way in the first place.

avoidants will spend months shutting you out, dismissing your feelings, and making you feel like your emotions are the problem, only to lose interest when you’re no longer the same happy, secure, vibrant person they initially fell for. like, you can’t keep draining someone emotionally and then wonder why they don’t shine the way they used to.

twinkle, twinkle, little star, this year fucked me up more than by far.

Why do some men want a woman with no past, but expect her to be okay with his exes, his body count, and the "crazy" one he still talks to? 👀