YAOI COULD SAVE THEM

if i got what i wanted, it's the world's blessing. but if I didn't, it's the world's warning? i think that's the saying. but it felt more heartwarming rather than threatening. are my wordings correct?

“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”

— Dalai Lama

ꨄ︎ Do not be afraid of being successful ༉‧₊˚.

It's illogical, why are you afraid of having your desires?

You dream, you manifest, you reach toward the life you desire. Yet when it stands before you, you hesitate. Why does success feel like an unfamiliar weight, something foreign, something unearned?

You have been conditioned to believe that struggle is a prerequisite for worth, that suffering is a rite of passage, that you must crawl before you walk and bleed before you bloom. But tell me, who decided this? Who told you that you must burn to learn? That ease is unnatural? That success must be a battle rather than a birthright?

Society has shackled you with the belief that you must work for your dreams, that you must prove yourself before you can receive. That if something comes easily, it must not be real. But reality is not bound by these outdated rules. You are not bound by them either.

It’s illogical.

It is your duty to break free from these illusions. To unlearn the lies that tell you success must be chased, fought for, earned. Your desires are not rewards for suffering. They are not distant treasures at the end of a long, winding road. They are already yours. They have always been yours.

So stop running from them. Stop resisting what was always meant to be. Stop waiting for permission to live the life you desire. You were not meant to struggle. You were meant to thrive.

My raw materials: -Light -Time -Words Untouchable, but they touch.

“Hugs were invented to let people know you love them without having to say anything.”

— Unknown

what are boops?

Miraculous AU where the Kwamis can disguise themselves as actual animals. The only issue is sometimes they transform on instinct instead of just hiding, leaving someone like Max to try and explain why the fuck there's a horse in his room.

“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman