intimacy is just two wounded people trying not to weaponize their history...

and discover the person suffocating beneath your projections. you’ll trigger me. i’ll trigger you. question is: when we explode do we reach for each other or the exit? yes, your wound is real but so is your addiction to making someone else the monster so you don’t have to meet your own shadows. listen babe, you can be hurt without turning them into the villain. but that requires a kind of heart blame simply can’t afford. you call it “speaking your truth” but it sounds like unprocessed thunder breaking everything just to feel heard. language is a hallway of doors. every sentence you open leads somewhere. so tell me: are you inviting them closer or pushing them out of the house you swear you’re trying to build? maybe you need to shake it out before you speak it out. maybe you need to write it down before you rewrite the relationship. maybe you need to read it like it’s being said to you. still feel like love? or a loaded gun? your truth deserves poetry, but you keep spitting out bullets. no wonder no one feels safe enough to stay naked. you can be shattered and still refuse to sharpen your tongue into a sword that forgot it once belonged to a mouth made for kissing. this is your invitation: june fifth. come learn how to say what you mean without making others bleed. five weeks of deep dives into the underworld of your subconscious: psyche-maps, parts-work, tarot-cards-as-mirrors, shadow-play, and somatic storytelling. week one is reclaiming the lover you keep outsourcing. week two is learning the difference between a person and a pattern so you stop dating déjà vu. week three is the alchemy of unarmoring your emotional body. week four is the erotic arts of emotional regulation. yes, regulation can be erotic. week five is rewriting your love language from the inside out so you stop borrowing one that never fit. $111 to slip in. cheap compared to the price of never being fully seen. this is the last circle i'm opening, so if your soul shivered reading this, let it lead. comment "love language" below & i’ll send the doorway before it closes.