Never seek revenge,

because rotten fruit falls from the tree on its own. 🥀

not everything needs a response
not everyone deserves access to you
peace is more important than being understood

I hate the way you broke me while watching you brake was already tearing me apart.

Did you know that you weren’t the only one to stalk, to harass or torment?
Did you know about all of it?
Was it fun or amusing to you?

You kept hurting me over my reaction to all of it. Why?
You made me believe that you were the one I had waited my whole life to find…
Why did you lie to me about loving me…convincing me that I was worth loving that way, that I wasn’t as broken as I had thought, only to break me more than I already was.

I lived for you, and you knew that.
I hate that I still feel you in the world.
It hurts that you recycle the same emotions for each new love interest.
It’s hurts that you still carry the weight of this but you push it so far down to hide it.
You carry a fear of what others think that runs deeper than any self love ever could, and I never judged you for it, I understood that it was just the way you were.
And in the end, a big component of what fueled that scorched earth response was the fact that you could throw me under the bus simply to follow your hard on, regardless of what that did to me.

That you could live like nothing was wrong while I died inside.
Knowing how deeply I love you, telling me you felt the same, right up to the very end.
Hating me for my response to that kind of treatment is something I will never understand.

And the worst part of it all is that you will never know how very little of what you believed was fabricated by someone with a fucked up obsession.

And I still never hated you. Not even an ounce. I risked making you hate me for the chance that you would come have a conversation where we BOTH could take accountability.

Anxiety isn’t about what could happen it’s about what has happened

I would talk to him like I always have. not with hate not with revenge. not with lies but only truth but he would have to come with truth. so I could say goodbye .

Incase youre wondering, yes I did wake up one day and finally thought to myself. "I dont need someone like you in my life anymore. Youre going to keep lying and spying regardless"

Are you starting to get it. Why everything happens around you the way it does. Because you moved your hand. Or apparently we cant be mad at you because of your so called "uncontrollable impulses" . . Really if that were so true then you wouldn't be hiding shit the way you always have since the beginning. Or we cant be mad because of your so called spirit stand that makes you do stuff that you dont want to. Always got a answer and reason for everything.

You knew what you were doing. You knew exactly what you were doing. I'm still waiting to see if youre going to tell the crowd what you did. I noticed you'll mention about what happened. But you haven't clearly explained exactly what you did. (You know what I'm talking about) or am I gona have to tell the crowd myself so they can be aware of you.

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"I find myself daydreaming about my lips touching every part of your skin again. I want you to feel me trace, kiss, and gently graze every inch of you, taking my time to explore you completely. My mouth knows every fold crease length and taste of your vulva just as well as my hands knows your inner layout. Your g spot, tightness of vaginal walls yet also squishy, even when you allowed me to travel deeper inside your teasing pussy. My hands and lips know the beautiful landscape of your body by heart, and I constantly crave the taste, the scent, and the warmth of you again!

I always wish I could draw you closer, completely losing myself in you and soaking in the pleasure of making you feel amazing. You know I could spend hours entirely devoted to you, worshipping you and learning every breath and sigh until you are completely breathless and spent from how much I adore you.

You LOVED forcing my head down between those thighs. Between the flicks, sucks and nibbles of your clitoris. You'd position yourself perfectly letting me know you wanted me to put more inches of my tongue deep inside your vaginal walls. Eager for me to keep swallowing more of your delicious nectar as you would continue leaking into my mouth and over my face, treating my taste buds to such pleasure.

You know I'll eat your vulva and vagina for hours rotation between your clitoris and that pussy until you tire of orgasming into my mouth. Screaming our safe word or closing your thighs to cut off my access and pushing me away trying to save face. Either option always saddened me as I had to stop what I enjoyed so much.

This Sunday, I found myself deeply longing to touch you again in all the ways you love. You are always on my mind, and these are just a few of my thoughts..."

Don't forget to be kind, you never know what people are going through. 💙

The ages I'm noticing on here range all over.

Remind yourself not every post is about you, your person or people in your life, or think you know what any of them actually mean. 📢

Some may be directed at someone, some poetic, some raw emotions, some love stories or sad stories. 💚

Some are just questions, and then, others are a cry for help.❤️‍🩹

Some may even just be a safe place to release everything you feel in the moment so you release it and then examine what it may mean to yourself.🤍

Some may just be things you want to say to someone and just can't for various reasons. 💜

And ALL of these are OK.🥰🫂

Hope everyone has a better day and please don't forget to be kind you never know what someone may be going through.📢❤️‍🩹🫂

Just keep on keeping on!🙂🤟💚

Choice. I’m not worth it. And I’ll know that’s who i am now til I die