ON MY WIFI. ON MY CELLUAR DEVICE. (real)
"where's gojo where's gojo????" he's busy ok
one of the many things gojo satoru loves about being your husband and living together, is that you ask him for help with many mundane things, like if he can reach something for you in the cabinets that are surprisingly high (side note: this one truly is inconvenient for you) or if he can carry the grocery bags that are slightly too heavy.
though one of his favorite things is when you walk up to him with a pretty little smile and a jar that you simply cannot get opened — or so he thinks.
you know exactly what happens when you ask him to do things like this, especially with this simple task.
suddenly his shoulders set wider, chest is slightly puffed out and head is high with a cocky, yet genuine smile. it fuels his ego — makes him feel masculine, sexy, wanted,
like your man — which is all you ever want for your husband who gives you the entire universe.
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your reality is REAL. it is not just some fanfiction that you are going to live out, you will feel, you will feel just as deeply as you do here.
﹒ ⋆ a love letter
shifting to me is the crackle of the fire, the heat of it when I sit to close, the half of myself that is facing away feeling the chill of cold seeping through the cracks of my home, the flip of pages from my father sitting in his rocking chair, an act so familiar to him but I need to commit it to memory, and hold it close because I’ve made it.
it’s stones prickling my feet with wiry grass, my hand holding on to who've known me for ages and I, consciously, only a few days but it feels like a lifetime with them. it’s familiar yet it’s not, my feet know the path ahead of me but my eyes do not. they call me by a name that’s only ever played in my head and I know I’ve made it.
it’s cold seeping in and chilling my bones from the lake, fingertips pruning and numb. the laughter that rings both familiar and foreign from my friends, dogs that nose me with kinship that I know deep in my bones. it’s shivering in the grass, tingles running up my spine from sun warming my back, hands fisting sand in my grip, caked beneath my nails is seaweed and dust and I know I’ve made it
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you will feel, you will feel so deeply
shifting is supposed to be fun, so protect your heart, make those precautions and feel, the texture of your table, of your clothes, remember that your dr is exactly like that
take a moment, a breath, feel your cr then change that, take away the texture of wherever your sitting and it make it your dr. change the consistency of your clothes, change the scent of the air, change how your heart feels, deep down, feel that you are there and you will be.
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Shifting is kind of like being a jellyfish. You don’t have to force it or try too hard. Just like a jellyfish floats through the water without thinking, shifting happens when you let go and stop trying to control every little thing. You just exist in the moment, letting go of all the pressure. The more relaxed you are, the easier it is to float into your DR, like you’re already there without forcing it. So, let your mind drift, trust the process, and just be—shifting doesn’t need to be a struggle. It’s like floating effortlessly, just letting the current take you where you’re meant to go.
Original realities do not exist. No reality is "my original reality". All realities are realities you become aware of. You do not belong to a reality. There isn't an original place that it's where you're from or that defines you.
They deactivated their acc, they do think rationally tho. I thought it might help some of you.