I saw a TikTok of a guy saying “for as much as we use our phones, it’s weird that they aren’t in any of our dreams” and I can’t stop thinking about that.
Tolerating always turns to resentment. At first, you call it patience, then love. But what it really is, is self-abandonment. Every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. Likes And eventually, the bill comes due.
I'm passing the phone to the person who's about to have a life-changing month in May and receive everything they've dreamed of. A month filled with success, opportunity, blessings, money, and grace everywhere you go.
No-one should try to kill me or even fight me over man. If we're dealing with the same man just let me know and I'll release him to you. No man is worth even a scratch on my face
I’ll never buy into the idea that your coworkers can’t be your real friends.
Everywhere I’ve worked, at least two people have become part of my actual life, not just my 9–5. You can’t spend hours together every day and not connect, align, or discover shared interests.
Sometimes people need their space. They're not cutting you off. They just need time to fucking breathe and take care of themselves. That shit has nothing to do with you.