Bohombhoclyatt - •~ Jasmine ~•

“what do you think about—.” it doesn’t matter what i think. if you want it go get, go do it. ill always extend sympathy but go be happy, be traumatized, get railed, go be a superhero with a billion dollars & own ten life sized barbie dream houses. i don’t care, do whatever you want. the world is yours. it always has been.

Why is this cat literally Gojo??

Look at his pouting 🥺😭

⸝⸝ ⋮ "why haven't I shifted yet?"

⸝⸝ ⋮ "I did everything right ,, didn't I ?"

・・・・・

Maybe you haven’t shifted yet because you’re standing at the threshold, pounding on the door like it owes you something, so loud and desperate you can’t hear the soft click of the lock unlatching on its own. Sometimes we want something so badly that we strangle it — clutching it like a lifeline, knuckles pale, breath tight, thinking that if we just try harder, it’ll finally give. But shifting isn’t a stubborn jar lid. It’s a dream, and dreams don’t bloom under pressure — they open like petals in stillness.

It’s like trying to catch a snowflake with fire in your hands. The more you reach, the quicker it melts. You wouldn’t scream at the ocean to make a wave crash faster. You just wait, feet buried in the sand, while the tide inches in, closer and closer, until it kisses your toes without asking.

I know you feel like you’ve done everything. You’ve whispered affirmations like secrets into the night, folded your limbs like origami, held visions in your mind until your imagination became see-through. You’ve felt it: that one fragile moment of almost, where your soul swore this is it, just before it slipped back into the dark.

But that wasn’t failure. That was foreshadowing. That was the universe warming up, clearing its throat before the crescendo. You’re not lost. You’re tuning yourself, like a radio just shy of the right station — static humming, music just behind the veil. You’re so close the air is humming with it.

And maybe — just maybe — you’re too awake to shift. Not your body, but your awareness. Like you’re peeking through your fingers at the miracle, too alert, too ready, as if you’re trying to trap magic in a jar. But magic hates being watched. It sneaks in through the cracks when you’re laughing too hard to care. It’s the song that plays when you stop trying to remember the lyrics. It’s the dream that comes back only after you stop chasing it down the hallway of your mind.

Let go.

Melt a little.

Forget the steps and let your heartbeat be the ritual.

And then there’s doubt — the quiet saboteur. Not a villain with fangs, but a whisper wearing your voice, curling up beside you and murmuring things like “maybe it’s not real,” or “maybe it’s not for me.” It doesn't shout. It sighs. But that doubt? It’s proof you care. You ache for this so much, your mind spins storms just trying to protect you from disappointment. But you're not being punished. You're not unworthy. You're just standing on the edge of the pool, toes curled over the ledge, learning how to trust the fall — learning that sometimes the water catches you even when you close your eyes.

You’re not behind.

You’re not broken.

This isn’t a failure. It’s a slow becoming. It’s scaffolding for a bridge you haven’t crossed yet, but one day, you’ll look back and realize you’ve been building it the whole time.

And the wildest part? So many people shift the moment they give up — not in despair, but in surrender. They drop the script, unclench their hands, exhale all the wanting — and then, like a secret handshake, the wind changes. The universe, cheeky thing that it is, was just waiting to see if you’d soften. If you’d open your palms.

Because sometimes the door doesn’t open when you demand. It opens when you become quiet enough to hear the hinge move.

Maybe the answer isn’t more doing. Maybe it’s undoing. Maybe you don’t need to become the version of yourself who shifts — maybe you already are. Maybe the only thing left is to remember. You’ve been turning the key, every night, in your sleep. Whisper by whisper. Breath by breath.

And one night — without fanfare — it’ll click.

And when it does, you’ll realize: You weren’t waiting for the shift. The shift was waiting for you.

・・・・・

do you ever look at your face claim or dr self and go damn that's me? i'm so hot 😍

see you again in the next life 👋 🐠

LMAOOO real😎

me arriving in my dr and seeing my s/o, ready to devour him alive (in reality, i’ll be too shy to talk to him, because i already get embarrassed just lookuing at his pictures here in this reality, imagine seeing him in person

good morning!!!

i'm feeling kind a frustrated cause i'm doing everything right, setting intention, feeling the wish fullfiled, but i still wake up in my cr, can u help me?

You’re still paying mind to the 3D.

“I still wake up in my CR” what are you talking about? No you didn’t. You see your DR in imagination, you are there right now.

You’re not fulfilled if you’re still looking to the 3D for validation.

The validation will always come from you.

JKK Smau: Close call.

- jjk guys texting you after you're saved from death

pt. 2 to this smau

shiu, choso, nanami, sukuna, toji, geto, and gojo

contains: some angst, some comfort, some mentions of violence

a/n: results from the poll are in! reader survives. :)

update: alternate ending here

reasons/reminders to be excited to shift (for those who need motivation!)

⭐️ GIRLY EDITION ⭐️

- getting/having your nails/hair/lashes done 24/7

- getting to eat bigger meals than nikacadoavacado and not gain weight

- the skincare days 😵‍💫😵‍💫

- the luxury shopping spree’s

- FACE CARD BEING ON 10 EVERY PART OF THW DAY EVERYDAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO

⭐️ feeling beautiful in your skin and finally being with yourself (which you should be even before shifting, you are loved and you are beautiful)

Why limit yourself by staying in one reality when you are bound to others