How I Shifted After 4 Years ✦

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SOCIAL MEDIA THINGS TO SCRIPT / MANIFEST divider credits ♡

social media is less toxic/rude.

pinterest has a clear all search and pin history setting.

all of the posts on your private accounts never get leaked.

you never have your personal information leaked on social media.

you never get banned off of any social media or get your accounts locked.

every username you think of using for social media is never taken by someone else or bots.

twitter is still called twitter and isn't called “x” or whatever. also the logo is still the bird as well.

your social media supporters/friends actually interact with your posts and leave comments and stuff.

your social media posts always go viral for positive reasons (because i can't stand no hater ass mfs.)

twitter allows you to edit your tweets for free but only twice (idk, i thought it'd be funny to only let it be twice.)

you have the ability to delete other people’s comments without them knowing even if they aren’t under a post you made.

things that make you uncomfortable or feel ashamed/bad never appear on your timeline, dashboard, recommended, front page or fyp on social media.

you have the ability to go into the tumblr settings and go into a section that allows you to see the accounts of everyone who sends you anonymous messages (what they sent, their account, you get it.)

anti-shifter, proship/profic, ageplay, pro ana, bigot/incel, and any variation dni

SOCIAL MEDIA IS THE REASON WHY YOU CANT SHIFT

You have doubts, guess what, you can still shift

You don’t have a script? , you can still shift

You don’t have motivation? You can still shift

Whatever you have, you CAN STILL shift

DONT LET SOCIAL MEDIA INFLUENCE YOU

YOU DONT NEED ANYTHING TO SHIFT!

stop treating you DR self like a different person

they are you

you are them

you are the same person

gojo’s undercut 🤲

⸝⸝ ⋮ "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.

・・・・・

his ass is not listening

gojo in a suit if he slayed

how i shift realities

1. Lay down and get into a comfy position

2. Think about where I want to go

3. Shift

This method is very simple because as a master shifter, Shifting should be simple and fun for you and this is what works for me. Also what helps a lot is having that ‘knowing’ feeling and believing in myself.