Shiftingdais - 𝒹aisy ⋆˚࿔ 🐇

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SURE TIME IS A CONCEPT, BUT THE CLOCK IS TICKING ◔

what more do some of you want?…

A lot of you need to fix up. stop doomscrolling and complaining and actually apply knowledge.

Do you wanna know how to be like those people who enter the void/ induce pure consciousness with ease after struggling, some of them not even struggling at all? All those success stories that you idolise, screenshot, like, reblog and envy all have one thing in common:

They wanted it. Bad. You need to want it

Those people saw all this shit that they didn’t deserve happen to them, they saw how other people were born with the lives they want, and they decided enough was enough. They weren’t taking shit from the world anymore, they were tired of living lives that they dread, tired of looking at people’s lives with envy, tired of the way life was going for them and how the world treated them unprovoked. They were tired of dreading waking up another day in their shitty realities. Tired of hating themselves in the morning because of another unproductive night. They were TIRED and you need to be too, that fuelled their want for their new lives and got them where they are now.

I’m not saying you can’t be in my asks or you can’t be in my dms. But at what point is it enough? at what point does it become pathetic? You go in these bloggers asks and dms and question them on shit that 1: has been said multiple times or 2: is common sense. But fine, keep playing dumb, keep indulging in the assumption that it “just doesn’t work for you” keep pretending that your just this innocent little baby who “doesn’t understand why it’s not working🥺” 🙄anyway…. You can sit here in this community for as many years as you like while people get what they want.

And although time is a malleable concept that can be manipulated, the clock is ticking, it’s almost 2025 and some of you are right where you started. I need to ask you to sit with your self, look at 2025,2026,2027 heck even 2028, do you see yourself still here? be honest, do you genuinely see yourself with your dream life? if not you need to change your mindset, and stop asking how, you know how!!

Locking in and changing your mindset isn’t this big character development that lasts weeks, it can take seconds. So you could’ve had everything yesterday, 15 minutes ago, an hour ago, even a fucking minute ago, but you’re still here choosing to scroll and act stupid, inhaling new information each day like you were born yesterday. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED TO DO!!! Are you not tired of the same routine, you get motivated from some posts, you get this high, this amazing feeling like you’re so ready to do it, then you procrastinate and if you do manage to try you “fail” and run back to tumblr for the 100th time. Are you not tired of the same shit?

Again, do yall wanna make it to 2025,2026,2027, even 2028 without all the shit you want? At what point does it become enough information and enough questions asked? I know it feels validating and comforting to complain about your circumstances knowing others can relate, but at what point do you stop aligning with the loser who “can’t do it”? Stop acting like you actually give a shit when you say you’re going to apply and then you come back whining. Start acting like you actually want it.

You’re the only one who can change your life, if you want to still complain sure go ahead. Keep the tumblr “for you page” some company while everyone else is actually applying and getting their dream lives. A lot of you don’t want to hear it but with the way you’re wavering you’re probably going to be here for a few more years.

That doesn’t mean you cant change that, i’m not the one who writes your story, it’s you, again, it’s not hard work to change. Like the art of inducing pure consciousness, nothing is hard, nothing needs effort, so you can change your mindset within the snap of a finger and be good to go. But wavering brings you right back to square one.

the clock is ticking and you are STILL here…. LOCK TF IN!!!

SOME OF YOU HAVEN’T MADE ANY SIGNIFICANT PROGRESS, THAT CHANGES NOW!! ⏳💋

˖˙ SECTIONS TO ADD INTO YOUR SCRIPT

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bucketlist of things you want to do/experience in your dr

what everyone thinks of you/thought of you when you first met

favourite memories you have experienced in your dr

favourite posessions (wardrobe, trinkets, etc)

map of your dr

new places - a shop exactly for your style, a restaurant with only your favourite foods, etc

daily life / routine - a day in your dr selfs life

quirky habits

legends / history of the place you live in

school - where you sit, which classes you take (timetable), scenarios, people that have a crush on you, what the teachers and people from your class are like, fun assignments youre assigned, what your bag and uniform look like, what your school looks like, who you talk to at school, map, extra events

events - plan your birthday, a talent show, any extra holidays you made up, a garage sale, etc

-ˏˋ⋆ "do you think I'm weird?" ⋆ˊˎ-

˚ ࿔ "oh yeah no, you're fcking weird" · ˚ *

༘ ⋆ "yeah, but so what? everybody's weird" ˚｡⋆

　　　i have it, i have it, i have it… so where is it?

there’s a thing that happens. a delusion, a performance, a cosmic joke that you’re in on until you realise you’re the punchline. you manifest something, no, you inhabit it, you embody it, you crawl inside its skin and zip yourself up. i have x. i own x. x is already in my hands. you say it until it isn’t a wish anymore, just a fact waiting to be noticed. and then. nothing.

the universe, god, the simulation, whoever’s supposed to be writing this cheque, has put you on hold. customer service music is playing. you are nowhere near x, your hands are empty, your environment bleak and x-less. you are spiritually rich and physically destitute, the manifestational equivalent of an aristocrat whose assets are frozen.

and you sit there, stunned. because it worked last time. and the time before that. and the time before that. like magic, like clockwork, like a law as immutable as gravity. you have received things you shouldn’t have received. things you had no way of getting. things that should have been out of reach but weren’t, because you knew how to want them properly. so why not now? why this, why you, why the delay?

　　　　　　so , here’s how you get x

you ignore the absence of x. you treat x like an inevitability, like a train already hurtling down the tracks towards you. not like a possibility. not like a wish. an inevitability. you do not beg the train to come; you stand at the station as if it’s already rounding the bend. you prepare. you make space. you act as if.

this is not the delusion of a fool. this is the precision of an architect. the greats have always known this, athletes, actors, politicians, emperors. success is an air, a posture, a scent worn like cologne. you can smell it on people before they have it. and if you wear it long enough, the universe catches on.

you speak in possession, not longing. you train your mind to recoil at the word "want" like it’s poison. wanting affirms lack. you do not want, you have. you are.

but what about reality? what about facts? what about the brutalist architecture of circumstance, the stone and steel of what is?

what about it? reality is not static. it is pliant, malleable, a thing to be strong-armed and shaped. the first step in changing reality is refusing to bow to it.

so you do not acknowledge the empty space where x should be. you treat it like a chair already filled, a bank account already bursting, a future already decided. you hold the pose, you speak in the tense of the having, you ignore the absence until it has no choice but to become presence.

confidence + assumption = success. it has never been more complicated than that. the world has always belonged to those who assume it should.

　　so assume. and let the world catch up.

I love my mha dr

❜❛ MY HERO ACADEMIA DR — bakusquad moodboard

studying at UA High is not for the weak, especially in the hero course. the 8-4 classes, training, homework; juggling all this together is tiresome. but there's friends. friends who go through the same tiring routine as you, side by side — yet still continue to work hard and move forward each day, despite everything. they make it all feel a little less burdensome.

i can’t keep things casual. i need to script that we were meant to be. that what we have is a past life spiritual connection, where we promised to meet each other in every lifetime.

is either this or nothing 🙏

how i feel scripting my drs — ꪆ୧

BEATLE GIRL DR INTRO... DONNIE STARKEY PRETTY LITTLE BABY I'M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU

— DONYALE 'DONNIE' JONES STARKEY, 24 (b. november 24, 1940) is an african-american photojournalist and inspirational speaker. she is mostly known for her strong romance with Beatle drummer, RINGO STARR, as well as her decorative career in photojournalism with well known photos of various acts such as THE RONETTES, BOB DYLAN and more.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER RICHARD STARKEY YOU SEE THIS GUY? THIS GUY'S IN LOVE WITH YOU

— RICHARD 'RICH' STARKEY, 24 (b. july 7, 1940), professionally known as RINGO STARR is an english musician, songwriter and actor whom is the drummer of band, THE BEATLES. he and DONNIE met during his time with RORY AND THE HURRICANES in late 1960, entering about a six month courtship between the two before beginning to date in 1961. they later quickly married since before his joining of THE BEATLES since 1962. tropes. he fell first, she fell harder. happily married. soulmates

tag. @faeriemarie @moonyskarma @goshiftgrrrl aka the ones who directly or indirectly kept reminding me to make this! mwah

hi this is for the frank ocean ask game!

you should answer 💫 or 🍊.

hey gorgeous!!! thank you for the ask omgomg ໒꒰ྀི ≧ ᗜ ≦ ꒱ྀི১  okay, i already did the orange in my last post, so ill do the little star!! (is that what it is???)

𐔌 . 💫 ⋮ 'BOUT YOU ֹ ₊ ꒱ what do you reminisce on late at night? is it a person you had to leave behind? someone who left you? why are you still reminded of that past? are you upset with the memories? do you regret them?

vinsmoke sanji; my pretty boy, my ex, my enemy, the man i regret yet still let my eyes linger on for that tiny extra second. he’s the definition of the man that occupies my mind, no matter what we are.

there’s one memory that sticks with me. my one true y/n moment, if you will. i’ll shorten in down for you, cause if i didn’t this’ll be 40 paragraphs.

y’know that one scene where steven and paige dance to moon river by frank ocean in the summer i turned pretty? it was like that. but in a kitchen. and a lot more stupid and less… movie esque.

i’m a giggly person, it doesn’t take much for me to smile, so i probably looked like a total loser, but lord i felt like i was in a teenage coming of age movie. like MY favourite song??? dancing??? in the kitchen??? shut UP that’s like my dream. and that happened. in another reality, but it happened, with a pretty guy.

then we kissed. well, we would’ve, if his dad didn’t walk in. the cock blocker. he told us to get on with the dishes. but cute little moment!!!

…. anyways, there you go. memory story time over. cough cough. i feel awkward now.

jokes aside, here’s part one if you wanna see other responses and access to the original post by the lovely laylasverse!!