I am fully convinced this is the most beautiful woman in history

[incelhunter]

 

[anthony111553]

high mtb

 

[incelhunter]

@Sonneillon come back from the dead

 

[ropemax]

im not

 

[CorinthianLOX]

Name?

 

[Greypiller]

Are you a woman

 

[incelhunter]

Are you a woman

Will you shut the fuck up you sperg. And stop leaving me messages

 

[Greypiller]

Will you shut the fuck up you sperg. And stop leaving me messages

All women deserve to get raped and brutalized , i always fantasize about foids being killed and raped

 

[incelhunter]

Greypiller​

Subhuman Aspie​

 

[JohnDoe]

I mean even popular women like Lima are leagues above this foid.

 

[incelhunter]

That kind of overwhelming awe — it’s like being struck by lightning. And when you see someone who feels almost too beautiful, it can stir up something deep: longing, admiration, and sometimes grief… especially when you believe you could never be close to them. That pain in your chest, that tightening in your throat — it’s very real. And it’s okay to feel it.





But I want to speak to what’s underneath that awe too.





When someone stirs such strong emotions in us, it’s often not just about them. It’s also about what they represent — something we feel we’re missing, something we want to be worthy of, something that makes us feel alive. Her beauty might be triggering feelings of longing not just for her, but for love, connection, self-worth, or simply the feeling of being seen and chosen.





It’s okay to feel speechless and even heartbroken over someone you admire from afar. But I also want you to be careful not to turn her into a kind of unreachable symbol. She’s human. Imperfect in ways you can’t see. And you? You’re human too — which means you are capable of connection, love, and being truly seen. Maybe not with her. Maybe not today. But that ache you feel? It means your heart is still open. That’s not weakness — that’s strength.

 

[incelhunter]

I can hear how deeply she affects you — not just her beauty, but the feeling she inspires in you. When someone seems that breathtaking, it’s easy to feel like they exist in a world just out of reach, and we’re left only with the ache of watching from the outside. The phrase “the incarnation of Aphrodite” speaks to just how impossible she feels — like a myth, not a real person.





But you’re still very real. Your feelings are real. And those feelings matter, even if they’re painful.





Let me ask you gently: what do you truly wish for — not just with her, but in your life? Is it to be seen, understood, loved back? Sometimes we attach those hopes to one person because they awaken something beautiful in us. But the truth is, what you want — intimacy, connection, being enough — doesn’t only live in her. It lives in the possibility of your own growth and your own future.





You don’t have to stop admiring her. You don’t have to hate yourself for how you feel. But you also don’t have to stay stuck in the belief that you’re forever doomed to only look and never be loved.

 

[incelhunter]

Your admiration for her runs incredibly deep — not just attraction, but reverence. You describe her like a goddess, and I can feel how strongly she’s imprinted on you. When someone stuns us like that, they can come to represent more than a person — they become an ideal, a symbol of something we desperately want but fear we’ll never have.





But I want to be honest with you: putting someone on a pedestal that high doesn’t just disconnect you from them — it disconnects you from yourself. When you call her divine, untouchable, and compare yourself as unworthy, you reinforce a story where you’re always less, always invisible. That story is not truth — it’s pain speaking.





You’re not wrong for feeling awe. But if that awe turns into self-erasure — if it makes you feel small or broken — then it’s time to reclaim your worth. Not by trying to “win” her, but by seeing that you already have value without her choosing you.

 

[incelhunter]

That feeling — waking from a dream that gave you peace, connection, even love — and realizing it wasn’t real… that hurts in a very particular way. It’s like losing something you never really had, but that your heart truly felt. That kind of dream can feel more vivid, more real, than the waking world. And when you’re carrying loneliness or longing, it can become the place your soul retreats to just to feel okay.





Those dreams mean something. Not just about her, but about what your heart needs.





You’re dreaming of more than just a woman. You’re dreaming of a life where you feel accepted, wanted, close to someone who understands you. You walk and talk with her in your dreams — not chasing, not watching, not idolizing — just being. That’s not about fantasy. That’s your heart showing you what it aches for: connection without fear. Love without shame.





And it’s okay to miss that feeling when you wake up. But what if, instead of taking the dream as something lost, you took it as a message? A message that this kind of joy, closeness, and ease — is possible. Maybe not with her. But possible.

 

[incelhunter]

I hear you — really, I do. You’re not just dreaming of love or connection in general — you’re dreaming of her. Of a life with her, where everything finally feels right. Where the ache is gone, and you’re no longer invisible or unwanted. Where you’re with the one person who, in your eyes, makes life feel beautiful just by being in it.





That dream is powerful. And the intensity of your feelings speaks to how much this means to you. It’s not a shallow crush — it’s something that’s taken root in your heart. You’ve built a world around her in your mind, and waking up from that world every day must feel like falling out of something sacred.





But here’s what I want to say — gently, but clearly:





She is a person, not a dream. And no matter how beautiful or kind she might be, no real person — no matter how perfect they seem — can ever live up to the ideal we create in our minds. That version of her in your dreams isn’t fully her. It’s a reflection of your deepest wants, needs, and hopes. That doesn’t make your dream meaningless — it makes it incredibly meaningful. But not in the way it might seem.





You’re dreaming of her, yes. But even more than that, you’re dreaming of:

• Being loved without needing to change yourself.
• Feeling safe, wanted, and worthy.
• Finally being enough.

And those things are possible in real life. But chasing them through someone who may not even know what you’re feeling can slowly eat away at your self-worth, because every day the dream stays a dream, and reality feels more painful in contrast.





It’s okay to love the dream. It’s okay to grieve what you wish could be. But you don’t have to stay locked in it forever. You deserve real love. Real closeness. Real connection — not just from a dream version of her, but from people who can actually be with you in the present.

 

[incelhunter]

That’s an incredibly powerful thing to say — and I believe you. You’re not just infatuated; you’re consumed. Everything in you seems to orbit around her. It’s like your sense of meaning, purpose, maybe even survival, has become tied to whether she could ever love you back. That’s not something to mock or brush off. That’s heartbreak in its rawest form.





But I need to tell you something hard, and I hope you’ll hear it with the care and respect I mean it with:





No one — not even someone as beautiful and amazing as her — should be the reason you live or the thing you’d destroy yourself for.





Wanting her specifically — not just anyone — makes your love feel purer, deeper, more real. I get that. And you might never stop feeling that way. But love that’s only real if one person returns it? That’s not love. That’s a kind of desperation that grows when you don’t believe you’re enough on your own. It’s like putting all your oxygen in someone else’s lungs and hoping they’ll breathe for you.





You deserve a life where you matter even if she never sees you. A life where your worth isn’t waiting in her hands. It’s okay to grieve that she might never love you. But please don’t give your whole self away to a dream — especially one that’s costing you your peace, your confidence, your identity.





You’re allowed to love her. But you’re also allowed to survive without her.

 

[incelhunter]

That’s a heavy thing to carry alone — and you’ve been carrying it with so much intensity, for so long. Quietly loving someone, feeling like your whole soul is tied to them, while saying nothing… that’s a kind of silent suffering most people don’t understand. But I do. And I’m really glad you trusted me enough to say it here.





You’ve created a whole world inside yourself that revolves around her — and no one else even knows it exists. That loneliness, that secret love, it becomes a cage. And over time, it doesn’t just hurt — it consumes you.





You’re not weak for feeling this way. You’re human. You saw something — someone — that made your heart feel alive. That kind of connection, even unspoken, isn’t meaningless. But here’s what I gently want to ask:





What has loving her from a distance given you?


And… what has it taken from you?





You don’t have to confess your feelings to her. You don’t have to let go of them right now either. But you do deserve to find a way out of this quiet suffering. Because you are not just someone who loves her — you are someone who deserves to feel peace in his own heart again.

 

[incelhunter]

That’s a deep and complex kind of love you’re feeling — the kind that’s not just about desire, but about meaning. You’ve turned her presence — even from afar — into something sacred. She’s not just someone you admire; she’s become your why. The fuel behind your effort, the comfort in your pain, the silent witness to all your quiet victories. That’s powerful. And beautiful, in a tragic sort of way.





You say, “even if I will never have her,” and that line breaks my heart — not just for the pain it carries, but for the way you’ve accepted it as a kind of noble suffering. You’ve made peace with the ache, even learned to love it. Because the ache is tied to hope. To meaning. To her.





But I want to gently ask you this:


What happens if she disappears? If she moves on, forgets, or never truly knows you existed?


Where will that meaning go?





When you attach your self-worth to someone unreachable, you risk building a beautiful temple on a crumbling cliff. It feels solid, sacred. But it’s vulnerable — not because your love is weak, but because it isn’t shared.





And still — you’ve chosen to channel that longing into self-improvement. You strive harder. You act with purpose. You endure pain just to feel close to her in some imagined way. That’s not pathetic. That’s human. That’s love with nowhere to land, so it burns in your chest and lights your path.





But you are worthy with or without her. You always have been.





Let me ask you this, if you’re open to it:





Do you truly believe this love could only ever live in her? Or do you think — maybe one day — you could find someone who sees you the way you see her?

 

[incelhunter]

I mean even popular women like Lima are leagues above this foid.

There's no one above her

 

[incelhunter]

Name?

Aphrodite

 

[incelhunter]

Bump