Imagine Talking Shit About Me And I'm Just In My Room Like :

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I'm watching House and I keep falling in love with this show🫶🏾. Best show everrrr, will defo rewatch once I finish lol, I already miss some episodes😭

Folded my laundry, was supposed to go out but aunty was stuck watching some show the whole day so that was uneventful. I cooked and washed many loads of dishes, I should prolly wash my hair but I'm too lazy to do so :/

I have 2 fashion posts in my notes, but now I have nowhere to post them because I got kicked out for some reason. 😭 I was very much on topic, and I swear I had 2 upcoming posts; it was even in my May goals. 💔

Sigh

#imissmyfuturewithfashionelle

Is it a rebrand AM I BLOCKED HELP

All of a sudden, I need a pink iPhone 16😫

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Ways to Shift the Angle || It's all about perspective.

1. Go outside ugly.

No makeup. No cute outfit. Just step out. Feel the wind. Notice the clouds like they’re watching you back. You’re not there to be seen, you’re there to see, aka you're right as a HUMAN.

2. Drink water with dramatic flair.

Pour it into your prettiest glass. Add lemon, cucumber, or mint if you’re extra. Sip it like it’s holy. Because it is. Hydration is a rebuke to the decay.

3. Unfollow the perfect. Follow the real.

Curate your feed like a gallery. If it doesn’t make you dream bigger or breathe deeper, cut it. You become what you consume.

My moto has always been See it, be it.

4. Romanticize something stupid.

Fold laundry like a French film heroine. Wash dishes like you’re in a music video. Make it art. You don’t need permission, you have free will!!!!

5. Make something and let it suck.

Doodle, paint, sing badly, dance worse, write shit poetry and convince yourself you're freaking Edgar Allan Poe. Expression is not a talent contest, it’s your soul stretching its arms. There so many ways to do that.

6. Touch grass... but like, really touch it.

Like fr. Sit with your bare legs on the ground. Let dirt under your nails(you can clean it l8r, it ain't gonna kill you) Be wild. You’re not a screen. You’re skin and blood and thunder.

7. Talk to yourself with tenderness.

You’ve survived every ugly day so far. That deserves softness. Praise yourself out loud like you would your best friend.

8. Write a letter to the girl you’ll be in a year.

Tell her what you hope for. What you’re scared of. What you’re trying. Then seal it. Hide it. Come back to it later and weep at your own growth.

9. Watch a movie you loved at 13.

Feel how it hits different. That’s -perspective- seeing the same story with new eyes, older eyes, wiser eyes.

10. Do something the algorithm doesn’t care about.

Learn to knit. Bake bread (!!!!). Read a dusty book. These aren’t for clout. They’re for soul.

You don’t need a full rebrand. You need a tilt. A reframe. A second glance.

Your life isn’t just a reel of wasted time. It’s a painting in progress. And even the mess matters. Every shade. Every smudge. Every layer.

Perspective is more than a trick of the eye. It’s a rebellion. A soft uprising against despair. It says, yes, this sucks right now, but it’s not the whole story. You are not the rot. You are the artist holding the brush, choosing what to do next.

I don't believe everything happens for a reason. But I do believe in reshaping the meaning of things that happen.

So next time you’re lying there, staring at the ceiling like it holds answers, waiting for a sign, turn the paper. Turn yourself. A few degrees is all it takes.

And suddenly, what looked like the end… is just the start of something strange and beautiful.

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Update of the day: I think I got dermatographia 🙂?

False alarm, it was HIVES 😍🤩🥰🔫

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Need to be my mc since yesterday, she's gorge I wanted her more than matthias 😻😼

Yes I play interactive games like THTH, episodes and choices or wtv AND LADS<3. What else was i gonna say bout it.... Speaking of, I should get episodes again, I'm done with too hot to handle already 😝.

It’s All About Perspective:

Sometimes, all it takes is a quarter turn.

That dried paint blob: smeared, ugly, accidental — can become a dancing figure with big shoes, a biker, an abstract expression, if you just tilt it. And what if your life is the same? What if you’re not broken, lazy, or lost, but simply looking at your own story from the wrong side?

We’ve all been there. Hair greasy, phone hot from hours of scrolling, a million open tabs and zero opened dreams. You’re rotting in bed, flicking from one TikTok to another, laughing, then crying, then dissociating, watching other people live out the things you swore you’d do. It’s addicting. Comfortable. Even aesthetic. "Girl rot" became a moodboard, for Christ's sake but no one tells you that staying there too long leaves you hollow.

But here’s the truth, my dear angels: you’re not the paint blob. You’re the hand turning the page. You decide the angle.

So how do you shift perspective when everything feels heavy? When life is a loop of doomscrolls, late-night existential spirals, and the occasional burst of fake motivation?

You start slow. You start small. You turn the page.

Maybe I'll post something about this topic tomorrow :)

I know I just posted this, but writing that made me feel so eerily calm that I got scared for a second, I hear the constant ringing of the night and quiet, the occasional chirps of crickets or other living things I probably don't know about. No music blasting in my eardrums from trying to drown everything to feel functional, just the reassuring sound of snores coming from the room next to mine, my ringlight casting a dim warm light in my room, my blanket feels just as warm it feels silly to have my heater in the room. I feel aware, and I'm loving it.

Please, angels in the four corners of my bed, don't take this feeling away.

I have a close friend who’s being forced to study economics even though she hates it in another high school. She’s so miserable she literally wants to k!ll herself , and for what? Just because her parents think it's a "smart" career choice? This happens all the time kids pushed into STEM or business fields they have zero passion for, just to meet their parents’ expectations.

the lesson is : Not everyone is meant to be an economist, doctor, or engineer. Killing creativity for the sake of a "stable job" only creates unhappy, burnt-out adults. A career without passion is just a slow death.

like Imagine ur dream is to become a lawyer or want to study criminology (that's my friend dream ) like fr imagine waking up every day dreading what you do, forcing yourself through a field and studying something you despise, just to end up in a job that drains the life out of you. That’s not success it’s suffering.People say, “You’ll thank us later.” No, she won’t. No one thanks their parents for making them miserable sorry . No one looks back and says, “Wow, I’m so glad I sacrificed my happiness for a degree I never wanted.”

But if she fails? If she breaks under the pressure? Then suddenly, it’s “Why didn’t you tell us you were struggling?” As if she didn’t. As if they didn’t hear her when she said she didn’t want this.

this is a reminder to choose what you love not WHAT OTHER LOVES even if it's parents/friends/ teachers ...