/feels/ - Advice & Venting

Love is a lie. Love is what you feel when a moid manipulates you right. Heartbreak is what you feel when you find out.

>>128910
very true. And the truest truth of all is realizing that death is preferable to life

Love is coming over my bestie's house, joking, watching anime, cooking together, talking about our past troubles and future worries. I came over to help her prepare for a party she was throwing and to actually meet her bf who helped cook too. I brought a pie i made for it, and everyone enjoyed it and many wanted seconds. Love is being kind to yourself and showing that kindness to others. Most people will not reciprocate but those that do, and truly value your care, will love you and become like family.

definitely not what your gooner picture portrays

Love is cuddling under a heated blanket. It's him respecting my wishes to wait till marriage. It's us cooking for each other. It's us doordashing each other medicine or sweets even though we're too far away to get it ourselves. It's the stuffed animal he sewed by hand. It's the drawings he's made of us. It's the warmth I feel when he holds my hand. It's way we still are kind to each other after we get a little too heated during a discussion. It's the patience we have for each other when one of us messes up.

>>129197
This is a good answer, Love this!

Love is quiet and not flashy. It will still be there after the storm and is often confused for infatuation and temporary feelings that always pass. In the end its a life preserver that will always save you in a stormy sea of unknowns. It will only abandon you if you abandon and betray it first.

love is when you wake up in the middle of the night from a bad dream but everything is okay because your partner is sleeping soundly next to you

Love for me I guess isn’t really anything I can’t define or summarize because nothing is that perfect of idealistic. I grew up with two parents who hated each other enough to love one another can remain married for my whole life. They yelled and argued, and were abusive to each other, utterly toxic and kept running back like those shitty high school love wannabes.

So I suppose love for me silence. Absolute silence. No talking, nothing…and if in that silence it feels like I’ve had a million and one conversations with them over the span of a millennia in which neither of us censored how we felt, an were as weird and strange with one another as possible. That would be love and someone worth carrying a child for.

But I can’t leave for a millennia so love isn’t fucking real and stop giving divinity to chemical hormones that hone you into survival. You fall in love to get someone to protect you and keep you alive for a little bit longer and so you two breed like mutts and keep the human population booming like roaches. That’s love. It’s like food and water, all about keep you alive to goon the next day.