They call it love
I call it detachment
because when you love a flower
you won't pluck it—
you'll let it stay.
They call it love
I call it attachment
because when a mom hugs her child
She wishes to stay still
and never let go.
—Shristi
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Red‑pill content doesn’t just sell advice, it plants fear. It teaches men to see relationships as power games, women as threats, and vulnerability as weakness. It convinces people that love must be earned through dominance, money, or emotional distance, rather than mutual respect and growth. What it’s
A quiet clock inhales the night, Twelve breaths held, then set to fly. Old worries loosen their tight grip, Like leaves that finally say goodbye. The year ahead stands, clean and wide, A page still warm from winter’s hand. With hopeful ink and steady heart, We write our dreams
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