The kids are not out partying until 3 am and showing up to their 8 am shift at Old Navy in the same clothes as the night before smelling like vodka, cigarettes, and ditch weed and still organizing that denim wall like a champ anymore and IT SHOWS
The quickest way to “get your spark back” is to literally light yourself on fire. You’ve got to burn baby. You’re depressed bc you’re not being insane enough. Double. Down. The world does not reward half ass. All in or out. You’re thinking too small. You’ve accepted your current reality as the only reality. Bullshit. You need to write a list of the most insane asks you could ever dream of. “I am a NYT best selling author. I am the founder of a Fortune 500 company. I paint for a living and I make a damn good living.” Ask and you shall receive. Embody and you become. Flip the fucking script. Your current ceiling is now the floor. Level up.
You need to burn.
Call it a millennial crisis if you want...
But in my 30's, I realized I don't actually want the life I worked so hard for. I don't care about titles. I don't care about climbing anyone else's ladder. I care about time. I care about slow mornings. I care about peace.I care about bare feet at the beach with nowhere to be.
I still want to make money... just not at the cost of my life.
This scene, where Gangu doesn't crave touch , she craves tenderness. She guides his hand to her hair, longing to be seen, not used. Her eyes say everything words never could
they stopped blaming their parents. their ex. their childhood. not because none of it hurt, but because they figured out they're the only one who can fix it now. the day you own your part is the day you get your power back.
The wildest part about POVERTY is how much time it steals. Waiting for buses. Calling assistance offices. Comparing grocery prices. Fighting insurance. Sitting at laundromats. Being poor is a second job nobody pays you for.
wake ittttt
i hate the concept of being unbothered sm like pls i am a red hot blooded passionate woman i will scream and yell and cry if i need to, but most importantly i will have dominion over my emotions & consciously work thru them
tem um ep em q a carrie choraminga “35 não é 25”, e a miranda retruca: “ainda bem”. lamento, gatinhas, a gente precisa aceitar q existe um glamour q só chega aos 40. 25 ainda é uma pirralha em fase de construção. romantizamos dms a juventude, mas amadurecer nos deixa mais bonitas