The crybaby friend✨🍼🍭

Being able to call and depend on a man is a flex. I mean yes I can absolutely handle things on my own but just knowing my life is a little easier because I'm supported and someone always has my back is top tier to me🥺

My love language: • "Pack your bags for the weekend" • "I went and got you some food " • "Can you come with me to..." • " Come give me a hug" • " I was thinking about you, so I bought this"

a lady said before bed write this down: “i am worthy of miracles that don't require me to be exhausted." let that be your closing ceremony for the day.

I like a man who includes me in his life, not someone who tries to fit me into the gaps of it. a man who makes plans, takes initiative, and makes me feel his love and attention. a man who says ‘we’ll see,’ ‘I was going to,’ or ‘I’ll do it later’ is just not for me

I love a man who wants to see me every chance he gets. I love a man who plan dates & just tell me to get ready. I love a man who buy me flowers without asking. I love a man who loves me like I'm the air he breathes. Keep the nonchalant, non planners far away from me.

The worst edging Ive ever seen. 😭

I’ll never forget when I told my man I had a long day and didn’t feel like talking. I just wanted to be left alone to decompress. He didn’t argue. He just said ok. About an hour later, there was a knock at my door. He drove 40 minutes just to drop off food, my favorite drink, and his hoodie. He said, “I know you didn’t want company. I just wanted you to feel cared for” and then left. And even now he still goes above and beyond to make me feel loved. That’s what love looks like 🥹❤️Does this kind of love still exist? Yes they do Is it difficult for men to love like this? No he just have to be genuinely interested in only you

Reassurance is a LOVE LANGUAGE. "Why do you need reassurance so much?" "Because I've been in places where silence meant leaving." "So what does reassurance do?" "It tells me I don't have to prepare for goodbye every time things go quiet. It tells me I'm safe here.

disturb me. update me. get upset when i do dumb things. show your jealous side. yap nonstop. spam me with photos and texts. tell me how your day went. show me your fit. call/facetime me anytime. i love the little things.

I'll take MY MAN on a full night out & swipe MY card with a smile thats why I be on hush mode when yall talk... GOOD men deserve to be treated well too‼️

incase you weren't raised correctly, i think it’s a mans job to set the tone in a relationship; whether people want to admit it or not, a woman feeds off his energy.. his consistency, his intentions, his presence. she takes what he gives and reflects it. when a man leads with clarity, love, and respect, it creates a space where a woman can feel safe, soft, and secure. vice versa, when he leads with confusion, mixed signals, and inconsistency, it forces her to operate in survival mode. she becomes guarded, unsure, and emotionally exhausted.

She only gets two good weeks in a month. ​One week is spent in pain and bleeding. The week before that in mood swings, tears, and random cravings. ​That’s half her life spent dealing with her own body. ​And in the other half, she still chooses to love you, care for you, and show up. ​So go easy on her. Be patient. Be kind, especially when she doesn't have the energy to explain what she's feeling.

Men want soft, feminine energy from their women but don’t create the environment for her to turn off her survival mode. If he wants an angel, he must build her heaven. Otherwise, don’t blame the demon she becomes to survive hell. Her energy, mood and behavior is a reflection of her environment.

As independent as I am, I love to be babied. Acts of service are how I feel loved. I don't care about money. Just lighten my load. I'm too prideful to ask for help, but when you take the initiative to take things off my plate, I know you really see me.

Date him like you will one day be 9 months pregnant, exhausted and completely dependent on him. Date him like your parents just passed away and he is your only support system. Date him like the world is ending and he is your main hope for you and your family’s protection and survival. Would you still choose him?

If I’m having a tough conversation with you, it’s because I want you in my life and want you to tighten up so I can keep you in it. I’m not attacking you.

I’m a high school teacher. We have policies. Late work gets points deducted. Turn it in on time or take the hit. That’s how students learn responsibility. Senior year. Final paper worth thirty percent of the grade. Due Friday. Monday came. Still no paper from this one kid. Smart kid. Never missed assignments before. Called him to my desk after class. “Where’s your paper?” He looked down. “I don’t have it” Waited. He didn’t elaborate. “You know this tanks your grade right? Might not graduate” He nodded. Still wouldn’t look at me. “Do you not care?” His voice cracked. “My dad died Thursday night. Heart attack. Paper was done. On my laptop. But I’ve been at the hospital. At the funeral home. I forgot. I just forgot.” My chest tightened. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because it sounds like an excuse. Everyone has excuses.” He finally looked up. Eyes red. “Just fail me. I deserve it.” Closed my gradebook. “Email me the paper tonight. Full credit. And take this week off. Come back when you’re ready.” He shook his head. “The policy—” “I’m the teacher. I make exceptions when life happens. Your dad died. That’s not an excuse. That’s a tragedy. Go home.” He graduated. Top ten percent. Spoke at graduation. Mentioned a teacher who showed him that rules and compassion can coexist. I was in the audience. Crying. Sometimes grace matters more than policy. —Mr. Hayes, English teacher

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Girl to girl at some point, you have to stop letting your depression win. You have to stop sitting in the same room, replaying the same thoughts, waiting for something to change. Nobody’s coming to save you, it’s on you to save yourself. Get up. Take a shower. Go for a walk. Work on that dream you’ve been putting off. It doesn’t have to be perfect, just start! You owe it to yourself to fight for a better version of you, even on the days when you don’t feel like it. Healing doesn’t happen overnight, but every time you get up instead of giving up… that’s progress.

NONS*XUAL DOMINANCE IS SO <3 having someone choose for you? placing a hand on your back? pulling you closer in crowded areas? fixing your hair when you didnt know it was messy? holding your hand to guide you through crowds? telling you when you should eat/go to bed? god tier