It’s like the silence after a car wreck, the quiet after the settling grabble of a collapsed building. It’s all chaos and noise for a time, then comes the moment when it all must sink in and you must feel the weight of this new reality. That is heartache at its truest and most defining moment.
i hate that im sensitive and jealous and stupid and quiet and ugly and annoying
women are taught “don’t send nudes if you don’t want them to get leaked”
men are never taught “if a woman feels comfortable enough to send you a nude photo, keep it to yourself. leaking it could put her in danger.”
if you don’t see the issue here, you’re a part of the problem.