⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨You're NOT Special ୧₊‿︵‧ ˚

even if you get discouraged you’ll still shift

even if you stop believing for a while you’ll still shift

even if don’t trust yourself or the universe you will still shift

no matter the circumstances, no matter the situation, you can always shift and shifting will always be there. there might be times where you doubt yourself and doubt if it’s real but just know that at the end of the day it’s still there and you have the ability to shift. so go live the life you’re meant to live !!

Shifting core is scrolling through your save edit audios on tiktok daydreaming of the edits of yourself knowing this is infact happening in your desired reality

Especially for the kpop shifter girlies

shading is chefs kiss✨

gojos to soften the blows from the jjk ending

me after shifting to a reality that is literally the trenches

⸝⸝ ⋮ "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.

・・・・・

Everyone is shifting in August because I said so.

How I shifted with my eyes open, three times...

First time, I was lying on my bed and visualizing, this is what I normally do when I want to shift because I prefer visualizing over affirming. Anyway, in the middle of my calmness my imagination started moving on it's own, I got really annoyed so I opened my eyes and I saw my s/o laying next to me I smiled then realized there's a yellow light, (I don't have a yellow in my room or outside it) so I knew my eyes weren't closed and shifted back (gonna kms)

Second time, I was also lying but I was only visualizing without really thinking of shifting. So, I thought of my s/o standing in front of me and I realized that my surroundings are becoming significantly vivid and realized that he was standing in front of me, I kinda panicked and shifted into his body instead but thank God I automatically came back here

Third time, I was babysitting my cousin and just looked away because she was sleeping and out of nowhere the furniture shifted it's shape and I was suddenly in an abandoned place in the woods and just broken bricks, idk where that was but I remember I was wearing a beige flowy dress, and my hair was wavy, unlike here, straight

That's all, I'm gonna choke myself because school starts tomorrow, in literally less than 9 hours

“everyone on tumblr keeps saying the same thing”

yea that’s the point

shifting is simple so why would we say different things?

when you ask people to describe walking they will all say the same thing, use the same words - because it doesn’t need to be overly explained

stop treating shifting like something magical and out of this world

you know enough - just shift

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me seducing my s/o in my dr