I was in this relationship because I trusted you, and what a fool I turned out to be. You never cared, did you? Lies, from the very beginning. And I kept looking the other way because I wanted to believe in true love. It’s just a capitalist scheme, romantic love. To make us buy flowers, dinner, and movie theatre tickets.
A sacred pilgrimage. An offering at the altar of connection, an act of faith in the divine of another. In trust, we find our humanity mirrored and magnified.
Like a sapling that grows towards the light, trust seeks the warmth of sincerity. It’s nurtured in the fertile ground of consistency, watered by the rain of truth, blossoming under the gentle touch of transparency.
trust no one. what a shitty thing to say. this whole life is based on trust. if you base reality on what’s on the news, then yeah. maybe turn off your tv
i view trust as an investment, not of money but of self. you sow seeds of vulnerability and wait to reap the fruits of intimacy. there’s risk, certainly, but the potential return is a bond unbroken
Trust is a fragile thread woven into the fabric of our connections. It’s the silent agreement that your vulnerability will be held with care, your heart cradled in the sanctum of another’s understanding.
I was in this relationship because I trusted you, and what a fool I turned out to be. You never cared, did you? Lies, from the very beginning. And I kept looking the other way because I wanted to believe in true love. It’s just a capitalist scheme, romantic love. To make us buy flowers, dinner, and movie theatre tickets.
It lubricates the wheels of commerce, underpins the principles of governance, and gives flesh to the bones of love.
A sacred pilgrimage. An offering at the altar of connection, an act of faith in the divine of another. In trust, we find our humanity mirrored and magnified.
i handed
you my
heart
trusted you
believed
now you’re
a million
miles
away
and my
heart is
nowhere
to be
found
Like a sapling that grows towards the light, trust seeks the warmth of sincerity. It’s nurtured in the fertile ground of consistency, watered by the rain of truth, blossoming under the gentle touch of transparency.
sowing seeds of vulnerability, waiting to reap the fruits of intimacy. risk? certainly, but the potential return is a bond unbroken.
trust no one. what a shitty thing to say. this whole life is based on trust. if you base reality on what’s on the news, then yeah. maybe turn off your tv
i view trust as an investment, not of money but of self. you sow seeds of vulnerability and wait to reap the fruits of intimacy. there’s risk, certainly, but the potential return is a bond unbroken
Trust is a fragile thread woven into the fabric of our connections. It’s the silent agreement that your vulnerability will be held with care, your heart cradled in the sanctum of another’s understanding.