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[girltalkcollectives]

Loving Someone Who Doesn't Love You Back

This entry is from an old relationship

Have you ever felt like you're the only one trying in a relationship? Like you're pouring your entire heart into something while they're just... there?

I'm sitting in my car right now, typing this on my phone because I can't be in my apartment. Because he's there, probably not even noticing that I left an hour ago. Probably hasn't even looked up from his game to realize I'm gone. And the worst part? I already know when I go back, I'll act like everything's fine.

It's such a specific type of heartbreak - loving someone who doesn't love you back but stays anyway. Because that's the thing: he stays. He's still here. Still says "goodnight." Still goes through the motions. But that's all they are - motions.

I keep a list in my notes app of all the signs I try to ignore:

How he takes hours to reply to my texts but I can see him active online.

The fact that he hasn't said "I love you" in months, just replies "you too" when I say it.

How he only wants to see me when it's convenient for him.

The way he talks about his future without mentioning me in it.

You know what the worst part is? I'm not even angry at him. I'm angry at myself. For staying. For making excuses. For thinking maybe if I love him hard enough, he'll start loving me back. For becoming the kind of person who checks their boyfriend's likes on Instagram at 3am, looking for signs of what I already know.

Tonight he asked what I wanted for dinner like everything was normal. Like I hadn't spent the whole day crying in my car because he forgot my birthday. Like he hadn't introduced me as his "friend" at last week's party. Like I haven't been dying inside every time he pulls away when I try to hold his hand in public.

My best friend keeps asking why I stay. I wish I had a better answer than "because I love him." But that's the whole stupid truth. I love him. I love him so much it physically hurts. I love him even though I know - I KNOW - he doesn't love me back.

Do you know how pathetic it feels to plan your whole day around someone who probably doesn't think about you at all? To get excited when they text you first, only to realize they just need something? To lie awake at night wondering what she has that you don't? (Because there's always a "she" - the one they like on every post, the one they talk about a little too much, the one they light up around in a way they never do with you.)

The dumbest part is that I keep waiting for some big dramatic moment. Like maybe one day it'll get so bad that leaving will feel like the only option. But it's not big dramatic moments. It's small things. It's a thousand paper cuts of indifference.

It's the way he doesn't ask about my day.

It's the half-hearted hugs.

It's the "maybe next time" when I suggest doing something together.

It's the way he can go weeks without seeing me and it doesn't bother him at all.

It's how he never puts his phone down when we're together.

It's the fact that I can't remember the last time he was excited to see me.

My mom always said you should be with someone who loves you as much as you love them. I used to think that was just something people say. Now I understand. Now I know exactly what she meant. Because this? This isn't it.

But here's the really messed up part - I'm still hoping things will change. Still analyzing every tiny gesture for signs that maybe he's starting to feel something real. Still trying to be the perfect girlfriend, like if I just try hard enough, he'll suddenly realize he loves me too.

I know how this ends. I've read this story before. I'm not stupid. I know he's never going to wake up one day and suddenly love me the way I love him. I know I deserve better than someone who makes me feel like an option.

But knowing you deserve better and actually leaving are two very different things.

So here I am, sitting in my car, writing this post. And in a few minutes, I'll go back upstairs. He won't ask where I've been. I won't tell him I've been crying. We'll go to sleep on opposite sides of the bed, and tomorrow we'll wake up and do it all again.

Because sometimes the hardest part isn't loving someone who doesn't love you back.

It's knowing they don't love you back and staying anyway.

[echoesofphilip]

[biggestmanhater]

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[bhagavanbhakthi]

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[shayadwohsune]

You lost yourself while chasing them.

[girltalkcollectives]

Being Considered Pretty By Society's Standards Is Both A Privilege And A Prison

Pretty privilege is real. The world treats you differently when you fit society's beauty standards. Doors open easier. People are nicer. Life seems smoother.

But here's what nobody talks about - the exhausting pressure of maintaining that privilege. The constant awareness that your value seems directly tied to how you look that day.

Because that's the thing about pretty privilege - it's conditional. It's fragile. It depends on:

Staying thin enough

Looking young enough

Being polished enough

Appearing effortless enough

Always being "enough"

The world is kinder when you're pretty, but it's also watching. Waiting. Ready to revoke those privileges the moment you:

Gain weight

Show age

Look tired

Stop trying

Just exist

Pretty privilege means people listen when you speak, but they're not always hearing your words. They're looking at your face, your body, your package. Your ideas come second to your appearance.

It means getting opportunities, but always wondering if you earned them or if your face did. It means constant impostor syndrome, wondering if your achievements are yours or your looks'.

Pretty privilege means easier dating - but it also means never quite knowing if someone likes you or just likes looking at you. If they're interested in your mind or just your appearance. If they want to know you or just be seen with you.

It means being treated better at work, but also not being taken as seriously. Being called "sweetie" in meetings where men are called "sir." Having your intelligence seem surprising rather than expected.

The pressure is constant:

Don't age

Don't change

Don't slip

Don't fail

Don't rest

Because pretty privilege isn't a gift - it's a loan. One that can be recalled the moment you stop meeting the requirements. One that charges interest in the form of your self-worth.

And the maintenance? It's expensive:

Time spent on appearance

Money spent on upkeep

Energy spent on presentation

Youth spent on preservation

Worth spent on perception

Pretty privilege means being seen - but often not for who you are. Being heard - but often not for what you say. Being valued - but often not for what you offer beyond your appearance.

It means being put on a pedestal that feels more like a stage. Where everyone's watching, waiting for you to fall. Where the spotlight feels more like a searchlight, looking for flaws.

The truth about pretty privilege is:

It's temporary

It's conditional

It's expensive

It's exhausting

It's a trap

Because while the world treats pretty girls better, it also punishes them harder for stepping out of line. For aging. For changing. For being human.

So yes, pretty privilege is real. But so is pretty pressure. And maybe instead of envying the privilege or denying its existence, we need to talk about how messed up it is that someone's face determines how human they're allowed to be.

At the end of the day, pretty privilege isn't actually privilege at all. It's just another way society controls women by making their worth conditional on their appearance.

[echoesofphilip]

[fixquotes]

"Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again"

- Willa Cather

[angelstalkshit]

things im currently working on

☆ reaching out to people and places I do not typically reach out to, for financial help.

☆ my morning routine

☆ self acceptance, and being my true self

☆ accepting reality

☆ my stress tolerance

[svjetska-lutalica]

If you've just met this person, and they act like this, would you still try or would you accept that this is them, and move on?

[darlingshecried]

I'm taking a break from tumblr bc I feel like I disconnect from life when I read. Don't get me wrong- yes, that's the purpose- but sometimes it's good to focus on reality and try to breathe in the present, bc after some time you'll ask- where did all that time go? And the answer? It flew by and I just watched it.

See you sometime in the future,

S. 🤍🌻