✨ on mistaking proximity to a dumpster fire for destiny ✨
✨a brief note on the delusion of being “the exception” 💅🪩✨
(aka: welcome to the museum of miscalculated dick.)
god bless. 🙏✨🕊️
—
y’all ever notice…
there’s a very specific
kind of disorder 🌀
that happens
when a calculating dude
looks impressive on paper 📄✨
but is,
in reality,
a flaming dumpster—🔥🗑️
held together by duct tape 🩹,
secrecy 🤫,
porn tabs 📱🍆,
and a
rotating cast of basic bitches
doing unpaid emotional consulting 🧹🧠💔
it’s not always malicious 😇➡️😵💫
sometimes
it’s just projection
with low self-esteem 🎓
and absolutely zero
fucking basis
in reality.
some females
don’t think they’re
“the other woman” 🚫👯♀️
oh, no no no.
they think they’re
the future 🔮✨
— temporarily delayed ⏳
by a wife 💍
a pregnancy 🤰
and some
extremely inconvenient facts 📉📎
they mistake access 🔑
for intimacy 💋
attention 👀
for devotion 💘
and mutual chaos ⚡
for chemistry 🧪💥
(which is just trauma doing work)
meanwhile,
the dude is online 🌐
with everyone 🧍♀️🧍♂️🧍
men,
women,
and god knows who—
hopefully all above the age of 18!
and no one 🚪
at the exact same goddamn time ⏰
baby!
no discernment 🚫🧠
no plan 🗺️❌
💥 no instinct to protect anything🍼📄🔥
just ✨vibes
and venmo requests✨.🏃♂️💨🥇
i swear,
this isn’t about blame 🙅♀️⚖️
it’s about pattern recognition 🔍📊🧩
and the sudden clarity
that comes with realizing
you were the only one
offered
the paperwork,
the ring,
the baby—
but as for the demon-man??
bitch—
you were spared 😌💅
because
when a man
can’t even protect
his own child’s future
on paper 🍼📑✍️
can’t even protect
the literal life he helped create,
he’s not “choosing” you.
he’s not choosing anyone ❌💘
he’s bullshitting 🩸📉
and calling it depth.
and realizing that? 👁️✨
that’s not humiliation 😌🚫
that’s freedom 🕊️🔥💖
with a side of “oh thank fuck” 🧠✨
✨🪦 end of the myth 🪦✨
