It has become more clear and evident to me that there’s not that many genuine people who exist. It’s an extreme rarity. And you want to know how I know this to be true? Because we’re all spaced out. None of the truly genuine humans on this planet are ever in close proximity to each other, and now I understand why.
and suddenly, I’m a woman with her own apartment to keep alive, supplies to buy, work to do, portfolio to check, career to build, parents to call, plants to keep alive, body to take care of, and figuring it out
girl to girl: sometimes you’ll find an old picture of yourself and suddenly realize you were actually beautiful during a time when you spent so much energy criticizing yourself.
As a Slavic woman, I am going to give you some advice, because I know that you need it. Be a problem. Be an absolute menace. Be as crazy as you can be, especially when it comes to men. With crazy, I don't mean cussing him out or slashing his tires. Slavic women don't do that. I mean be so unapologetically yourself that it scares him. He needs to fear you. He needs to know his place. You are the closest thing to God. He is accompanying you, but he needs to be good to deserve that place. Don't hold back. Say the thing that nobody is saying out loud. Call him out on his bullshit. Have high standards. Tell him what you want. Be up front and direct. And don't beat around the bush. The right man will think: "I have to keep this one. I am scared of her, but I need to do everything in my power to keep her." And the wrong man will eliminate himself really quickly. Because he will either know that he isn't capable of fulfilling your needs, or he will think that you are completely batshit crazy. Which is fine. Who cares? Stop being a good girl. Stop ignoring your needs and your standards just to keep a man. If you have to do that, that man is not yours to keep. But take care of yourself. Take care of your appearance. Don't walk around looking homeless. If you're going to have high standards for men, first you need to have high standards for yourself. I believe in you. Good luck.
abt to cry bcuz im thinking of how my car carries me everywhere and has helped me move to safer spaces, soothes me with music, taken me to adventures like thts rly my bitch omfg :,((((
One of the healthiest things I’ve learnt over the years is to allow people reintroduce themselves to you, even those closest to you. Familiarity shouldn’t become a cage. People change. Love them for who they are now, not just who they were then.
I used to LOVEEEEE smooth jazz and especially Kenny G. Then I took a Jazz History class in college where we went through the entire BA musical tree and covered the history of jazz and how smooth jazz came about……
Man
@eats_mo_chicken I thought it was the only version honestly. I confused original jazz with like ragtime or doo wop. Taking the class made me realize there’s so many sub genres of our music
I clear cancel and release all contracts made in deceit with all enemies known and unknown that are attempting to siphon my energy, vitality, abundance, beauty or bind themselves to me spiritually, financially, or physically to access my blessings or reap any of my harvest. All chords attached to old lovers, contracts, timelines, friends, families and ppl known and unknown who are not for my highest good are cut indefinitely across all timelines realms and realities never to be reattached ever again. The contracts are revoked, nullified, and void now and forever. It is so.
I think one of the saddest things about modern childhood is the loss of cartoons as inheritance. I grew up watching Scooby-Doo reruns decades after it first aired. Kids today have more content than ever, but perhaps less shared cultural inheritance across generations.