( ♡ ) get off your damn phone and get on with the game.
- you spend your whole day lying on the bed, scrolling through manifestation pages, in hope to find a 'method' that works for you or to give you 'hope' through success stories or to make you feel good about yourself or maybe to learn how to manifest 'correctly' or whatever might be the reason.
well guess what? you DON'T need 893727 methods to manifest, you were BORN with that in you.
wanna know how to manifest? tell yourself what YOU want to hear.
( ♡ ) manifestation is your very nature, you were born with the ability to manifest and you've been using it unconsciously ( default manifestation ) and consciously ( deliberate manifestation ) ever since you were a child. you think you can't manifest? you've been doing that your WHOLE life hun-
stop trying to find 'methods' because there is no correct way to manifest, you set the rules and you create the limits
you don't need to read 1426295 neville books to learn how to manifest, it is your very nature <3
so my only tip for you is to stop scrolling through manifestation success stories, methods, motivational posts etc., and start applying what you already know :D
and remember: if you can imagine it then you can have it
When i wake up, you know what i see? A beautiful, intelligent girl. A beautiful, intelligent girl everyone stops the world for. A beautiful, intelligent girl who every time she walks, people literally kiss the ground. A beautiful, intelligent girl everyone wants to spoil & love. She stops the world with her presence. Everyone wants to be her or at least be hers. You know who’s that girl? ME. I AM. I AM a goddess & deserve to be treated like one & WILL.
BENEFITS : --- manifest even faster, improve your mindset and self concept and most importantly, helps you to get used to the feeling of the desire being already done.
EXPLAINATION : All of these are could be found way too much referenced in The Law Of Assumption.
If you want to be like 'that' then you must THINK like 'that'.
If you want to become a supermodel then think like you're the greatest, high paid, famous, irreplaceable supermodel; THINK AS A PERFECT SUPERMODEL, THINK LIKE A PERFECT SUPERMODEL.
If you want a new phone, then FEEL that you already have a new phone. Stop wishing to have a new one because you already have it there. You can't just see it because you refuse to believe it. Tell me, if you already have something, would you still wish to have it? NO, right? exactly.
If you wanna live in a mansion, FEEL AND THINK that you're already living there. Know that you always sleep in a fancy room and wake up in the same fancy room every time. Visualize that.
If you like that guy, ALWAYS FEEL AND THINK or should I say ASSUME that you're already dating him but only in your mind because remember, "to change the outside, begin on the inside." KNOW that you sleep as his gf and that you have a lots of thing to do tomorrow. JUST GET IN THAT STATE OF THE WISH FULFILLED. As the wish is already fulfilled, it means that you are his gf and so, feel it and think in the way as your supposed to think once you two are dating.
You must ENTER the mindset of your specific manifestation/situation/self or anything else + have a super strong belief to it until you can see it.
how to live in the end even with doubts by solar subs ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪ ‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖🤍
have a set routine for every day (as i love it i always stick to it and i'm used to it)
exercise 5 days a week
rest from exercise 2 days
stretch before and after exercise
do at least 5 minutes of yoga every day (simple but effective exercises)
keeping track of my exercise (i like to be organized)
go for a run or walk in the evening, after lunch
incorporate to my diet foods such as: salmon, avocado, chia seeds (which i usually take every day) quinoa
always carry a bottle of water with me
drink a cup of tea a day (red, green, matcha, black, white, among my favorites) after meals
keep a record of my days, emotions, and feelings, in a diary (written and virtual)
meditate when I wake up and before going to bed
always keep my environment tidy as i like it
light incense (helps me to relax)
a lukewarm shower before going to sleep (helps me with the stress of the day or to feel better)
listening to positive affirmations and writing them down (i write down 5 for the morning and 5 for the evening)
spending time outdoors looking for new things to do
listen to or watch videos of people who inspire me and help me to keep improving my life
in the next post, i will share with you other habits that helped me to transform myself and change my negative ideas to much more positive ones 🤍
Whole-heartedly BEGGING writers to unlearn everything schools taught you about how long a paragraph is. If theres a new subject, INCLUDING ACTIONS, theres a new paragraph. A paragraph can be a single word too btw stop making things unreadable
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It’s been 6 days since you’ve seen your boyfriend.
—hurt/comfort. fem! reader x 3rd year katsuki.
♥︎ : 😔 i’m an addict, okay. leave me alone. manga spoilers!!
“You can’t be mad at me for cying.” You pout up at him with wet lashes, “I’ve been missing you.”
“You’re such a brat,” Katsuki decides, finally, after two full minutes of gazing down at you gently paw at him.
“You already knew that,” you counter, voice alluringly soft as you bat your eyes up at him, chin tucked against his chest.
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boss katsuki in his agency ordering people around and overseeing work. always wears a black t-shirt with his name printed in his breast (his merch), chunky black boots that make him an extra inch taller and his black cargos as his uniform while everyone else is in office attire. lots of pointing and snapping demands and reading through documents and looking at graphs on screen. all the interns and his workers are a little terrified of him, they try to say the just right amount to get a decent response before pottering off to continue.
and you seeing this all, entering a room from the back and he hasn’t noticed you yet. he’s frowning, like usual as him and two other people check a map and he literally towers over them. biceps thick and tight in his t-shirt with his tattoos sneaking down his arm. you can see the tattoo of your birth flower on the back of his forearm at this angle and the ownership makes you smile a little.
though your boyfriend always has a second sense when it comes to you. after thirty seconds his head jolts up and looks right at you. you don’t know how he does it, the room is packed and busy in the dark minus desk laps and the screen all around. you know if you told him he’d mutter something like, “it’s ‘cause we’re fuckin’ soulmates baby.” and perhaps that might be true.
he stomps over to you, never liking you being around his work because of all the violence and graphic details. you can barely handle when you know he’s in the hospital for a check up let alone knowing what he’s about to fight. he tries not to show much pda at work, he doesn’t want his team to see him so loved up and getting babied by you when they equally need to respect him. he does kiss you though as a hello, then puts his hand on your jaw to look at you properly, “have you not been sleepin’?”
you slap his hand off you, “are you saying i look like shit?”
he huffs a laugh, always amused by how quick you are to jump at him, “no, i’m sayin’ you look tired. y’can have a nap in my office if you want. i’ll wake you when it’s time for lunch.” you just look at him for a few seconds, his eyes flicking over you for any issues, always flooded with care. then his hand slips from your face to your hand to play with your fingers. “and for the record, i never think you look like shit. y’know i always think you’re beautiful, baby.”
you’re lost in him like always, wanting him to wrap his arms around you in a cuddle when someone walks over. it’s the guy who takes care of the finance side or something, you don’t really know. “dynamight! i’ve rounded the numbers and—,”
everyone loves you around the agency. not speaking to many people but always smiling and nodding a polite hello. you’re also so pretty most people do stop to get a quick glance and often wondering, how the fuck did dynamight get her?
“o-oh yn! didn’t see you there, h-hi,” he stumbles, and he’s cute. a little young and small, definitely nothing compared to katsuki. he holds his clipboard to his chest, completely forgotten about the prohero he needed to talk to and nervous around you. honestly he should still be nervous of bakugou.
“the fuck are you doin’?,” bakugou looks him up and down incredulously and the man suddenly remembers him, “i’m clearly busy.”
the man’s eyes drift from you to bakugou and his face flushes in embarrassment, “oh yes, yes sir. sorry.”
when he scatters off, bakugou turns back to you with a clenched jaw though you giggle, lightly slapping his chest.
“you’re so mean.”
“why’s he lookin’ at you like that? i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you and he’s interruptin’.” he grunts, fingers tightening around yours.
“be a little nicer to them, they’re working hard baby,” you smile, reaching up to kiss his cheek, “i’m gonna have a nap in your office though. get me when you want a break.”
what you both fail to notice is how everyone in the room, all thirty people who dynamight is supposed to be tending to and looking over aren’t doing any work at all in this moment. sure, their hands are flicking through random papers to look busy but really they’re staring at you both. the fluttering touches bakugou leaves at your waist and how he delicately (who uses this word to describe the hero?) plays with your fingers. how there’s so much being said with your eyes; how the black of his pupils expand when they stare at you and how your eyes squint when you smile at him.
“wanna go with you now. they’re all fuckin’ useless here,” he sighs, not even bothering to lower his tone around said people.
you tilt your head, taking in his grumpy furrowed eyebrows and tight black top across his chest, “one hour and come get me.”
bakugou firmly nods, licking his bottom lip, “fine. love you.”
you hum, reluctantly letting go of his hand, “love you too. be nice.”
“no.”
thoughts on the queen’s passing?
SHE WONT BE ABLE TO WATCH THE SEX LIVES OF COLLEGE GIRLS SEASON 2 😭
in love with myself fr <3
YALL THE QUEEN FUCKING DIED OH MY GODDDD
BEDRIDDEN, S. GETOU
| INCLUDES, fem!reader x suguru getou, morning sex, unprotected sex, cream pies, light nipple play, light dirty talk, established relationship, he slaps your ass, a bit of cervix fucking | WORD COUNT, 4.8k | SYNOPSIS, Suguru does his best to convince you to stay in bed with him. It works. | AUTHOR’S NOTE, thank you to my sweet beta reader/editor @jazzyangel242!! | MINORS DONT INTERACT
He wakes up to the sound of music that’s as quiet as a whisper—so quiet that he assumes it’s just in his head. Thin rays of sunlight peek through the blinds of your shared bedroom and he shifts mindlessly so it no longer hits his face. He’s laid on his bare stomach, an arm underneath his pillow, the other beside his head, and long, raven hair sprawled behind him. Though, some loose strands tickle his cheeks and cover his eyes.
With blurred vision, he lazily searches for you on your designated side of the bed and mumbles your name in his groggy, sleep ridden voice.
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