Me When There Aren’t Any Fics On My S/o So I Actually Have To Shift

ok so idk who said this but i saw a post on here that was like

“your awareness shifts first, then your senses”

but is there a certain order in which senses shift first? or is it like, specific to ppl?? idk lolz 💋

YYOOO

we shifting tn you guys

CARD OF THE DAY: for anyone who comes across this post.

The 8 of Swords is about feeling trapped. You feel like you're in a hard situation with no way out and no help coming, this is self-imposed however. You have the power to stand up and take action for yourself, even if that just means shifting your perspective. Replace tragedy with bliss in every thought and feeling coming your way and release this negativity that's been blinding you. Listen to your intuition, is the way forward leaving or staying?

For a reading, comment below.

wait you guys is @leydenkilgore-deactivated202502 gone NOO i love them😭 i didn’t even know they were deactivating they’re acc T^T i was gonna go back and read smn they posted but i couldn’t find them STOP this must be a prank pls come back (they must’ve had their reasons ik 😢)

rip me

What’s 4 years compared to basically being immortal and being whatever the fuck you want to be.

To all of the fellas that have been trying to shift for years, don’t give up bro. Ik you are losing motivation or you feel hopeless but just think about the genuine happiness you will experience there and at the end, you will become aware of the fact that you’ve always have been there. I know you can do it and I trust you fam.

me when shifting:

WORD

me when i’m gonna have to do actual hw in my hp dr

i think alot of shifters needed to hear this so im posting it here

love love LOVE IT!!

this is so well made!!

“at the young age of 21, she has amassed over 200 million followers on all her platforms combined as of the month of February 2025” a reporter states

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐚

it boils hot, burning everything and everyone in its path. One of the most beautiful sights, deadly and beautiful.

(not my face claim btw, the girl in the picture has the same features as me)

"She's a singer, rapper, writer, celebrity businesswoman, videographer, actor, model, artist, editor, lyricist, music engineer, and she also dances?" a fellow fan states "like leave some jobs for us too" "what does your name mean, Ananya?" the interviewer asks her "Unique, like no other" she replies. "And do you think that's true?" "isn't it?"

She's sultry bright scarlet red drops of molten metal and passion in the body of an ambitious girl

"Her career started in April of 2021 when Angel took to social media promoting her visual novel style game "røt" a side project made for her film making and coding class at nyu. Born on 19th may 2003, she quickly rose to fame due to her fresh and entrancing soundtracks, cinematic filmmaking, blinding beauty and her witty coding skills in a vn style game about bpd (borderline personality disorder) depicted in a way she felt things around her"

more on røt here

she likes: cool places (ironically), steaming showers, nature, the little imperfections, icecream, ramen, mysore bhaji (only from that one place that sells it cheap, oily, and delicious), music and being a bitch she dislikes: alot actually, you'll get tired of reading this

final words

"a sandy skin, soft curls in a feather cut with red dye, dark brown eyes hiding millions of thoughts, holding back thousands of words left to say, a voice filled with talent, that hypnotizes you with every word that comes out of her lightly stained red lips that smell like cherry, soft curves with bold shoulders and a rectangular-ish body, 5'9-she's taller than most people at home, soft features and bold almond+hunter eyes, she has a way with her words weaving them into perfect creations, into art. She is the it girl, the one everyone wants to be. Being her is an art she has mastered, the perfect mixture of sweet, spicy and alot of imperfections that make her truly unique, truly beautiful"

dividers by me @angelic-daiquiri

the sisyphus delusion. . . drop the boulder and shift realities.

sisyphus had one job. one brutal, mindless, soul-crunching job. roll the rock up the hill, watch it roll back down, repeat. camus, bless his french-algerian heart, tells us sisyphus is happy because he chooses to be. because he winks at the abyss and says, fine, let’s dance. because the struggle itself is a kind of victory.

alas, sisyphus is not free. he is a hamster in a particularly wheel, finding comfort in his own entrapment. and that is where he and the modern shifter shake hands. the great cosmic irony is that shifters, these darlings of self-willed escape, have turned themselves into their own myth. they are sisyphus reborn, but instead of a rock, they roll their mindset uphill, over and over again. every affirmation, every subliminal, every night spent whispering to the void. an endless exertion, a labour of self-convincing.

it’s not shifting. it’s straining. the difference between them and sisyphus is that at least he had the decency to stop pretending the rock wasn’t real.

shifting should be the rejection of struggle, not its rebranding. but somewhere along the way, it became another mountain, another test, another something-to-be-earned. people talk about shifting like it’s a boss battle, like they have to do enough reality checks, clear enough mental debris, align their subconscious like the planets in some great celestial waiting room. they believe in the rock. they believe in the climb. they are hypnotised by the effort.

but effort is resistance, and resistance is friction, and friction keeps things exactly where they are. loa already taught us this, what you fight, you feed. what you chase, you place ahead of you, always out of reach. shifting is not a process, it’s a decision. it is not a matter of if, it is a matter of when. and 'when' is only ever waiting on you.

so step aside. let the rock roll where it may. stop thinking of shifting as a mountain to scale and start thinking of it as a room you already own. there is no application form. no cosmic bureaucracy keeping you from your desires. no checklist, no gods, no gatekeepers. only you, making your own mythology out of something as simple as stepping through a door.

so, dear sisyphus-in-disguise, put down your affirmations, your desperate notes to the universe, your battle against the self. don’t just push the rock. drop it. and walk into the world that was already waiting for you.