Do Yall Just Ever Sit And Wonder If You’d Be Able To Get Your Dr S/o If You Didn’t Script It… Cause

YOU ARE THAT WHO YOU WISH TO BE ᨒ↟ ⋆｡°

stop looking at your favourable life as if it’s so far from you

you need to gain a naturalness when looking at your dream life. That’s just who you are. That moodboard on pinterest, that’s just your life, that’s just your aesthetic. That body you’ve claimed as yours, it’s just YOUR body, nothing special.

This isn’t a life you strive for it’s a life you already have. The way some of you talk about your desired life self, it’s as if they’re a celebrity and you’re some obsessed fan looking at them from afar with a sense of yearning. When that’s quite literally you. That life you have scripted is your everyday no biggie. You need to understand that it’s already yours, it’s not a dream anymore, i’m only using the words “desired” to differentiate in this post. They aren’t your desires though, they’re just yours.

Stop scripting as if you’re some narrator, THAT’S YOU BRO!!

A lot of you lack comfortable and that casual attitude with your new story. And it’s shows with the way you interact with socials, when we say think as if we mean it. If you are the person in your new story, why are you liking posts about how your life sucks? Why do say you hate the way you look when you’ve BEEN had that desired face and body? Why do you love indulging in depressing shit when you’re living the dream?

You can’t “think as if”, if you’re putting your life on a pedestal, and that is the reason you’re not inducing pure consciousness.

You don’t see yourself as your new story self → you see your new life as something to get instead of something you already have → you look at the void as this ticket to getting your dreams (when you already have them) → the state of pure consciousness gets put on a pedestal → you don’t see it for what it really is: a simple meditation.

Immerse yourself in imagination if you have to, catch yourself before you fall in the old story narrative. Look at the face you have in your unfavourable story, the body, the family, the life and say to yourself:

“this isn’t me anymore, i wash my hands of this because i can”

You are that who you wish to be, stop idolising your dreams, start speaking in the first person, start thinking how you would do.

ᨒ↟ ⋆｡° it’s not a dream, it was a reality the second you thought about it

literally! i am still alive today bc of shifting and i’m so grateful to have learned about it. people have different coping mechanisms and that’s okay.

If you rely on shifting for whatever reasons bc of your mental health then keep doing that don't let shifttok or anyone tell you that you shouldn't. Some of you guys are forgetting that there are people who still here bc of shifting.

LITERALLY. like i know i could never live without my dr man cause he means absolutely everything to me and i’ve never loved anything more in my entire life.

I knew shit was real when I tried to imagine a life without him and I started to cry real ass tears

hi everyone! so i’ve been wanting to manifest a sp and i wanted to know if i’m supposed to do it in any certain way? i don’t know all that much abt how to do it or if there’s a specific way to, but if anyone knows how please lmk!

also… sp means special person, right? i wanna make sure google didn’t lie to me..

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

literally…

I need moots that freak out abt there s/o as much as i do. i need moots who wanna talk abt their dr 24/7 cause literally sameeee. I need moots who have shifted and want to share their story times and their experiences. I NEED MOOTS😭

what’s the void state is not😐😐💀😹

what the void state is 😻😋🫶🔥

Hate how lighting a candle does wonders to my mood. Like wowwww. Grug like fire? Grug not sad anymore because Fire in Cave? Wow. Real predictable of Grug.

recently got reminded of Jason’s “hello bed, hello pillow,” line and how deeply I feel that reflects his character and his longing. so here’s some yearning!jason because that boy loves deeply and profoundly down to his very soul. have I mentioned I love him? also once again the romanized arabic at the end translates to “my life” and it’s quickly becoming one of my favorite terms of endearment for Jay to use.

Thinking about Jason Todd and how deeply he yearns for you. He’s waited so long to be loved in the way he craves, has been so hungry for it that the ache in his belly has never really gone away. He’s been a wraith, a corpse, a man starving for affection and sweetness. And then you come along and change everything for him. How couldn’t he yearn for you? How couldn’t he long for you every moment that you’re not in his presence? Revere you and worship you every moment that you are?

Thinking about Jason Todd who treats you like something divine, something holy. He kisses the bruises you get from bumping into countertops or tripping along the crooked cobblestones in Gotham Heights. He ghosts his thumbs over your closed eyes when you lay down with him to sleep in the early hours of the morning. Jason Todd who holds you so, so close to him. He knows you run cold and he runs burning hot, so it’s only right that he wraps his entire body around you to keep you warm and safe. It’s proof to him that the two of you may be something fated, something that life and death can’t touch. How perfectly you suit each other. His fire to your coolness, his strength to your gentleness, his storm to your clear shining day.

Thinking about Jason Todd who clings to everything he’s ever loved and lost with bloodied fingers from how tightly he holds on. His fingers aren’t bloodied with you though. He doesn’t have to dig his nails in, bite down with his teeth, and force you to stay. You remain peacefully in his arms. You lie there content like you trust him, like you love him. That’s what makes his yearning all the more fierce—it’s returned by you. He used to doubt it, used to think he was unworthy and undeserving and that no one could possibly pick him out of all the people in the world. But you’ve stuck around and proved him wrong. So when he yearns for you, it isn’t with the pain of clawing into something bound to leave him. It isn’t with the bone-deep terror of loss. He yearns for you with the peace of coming home.

Thinking of Jason Todd who comes back from patrol just before daybreak. The sky is the same blue-green as his eyes and exhaustion weighs down his body. Still, his soul lifts when he sees what he’s been longing for for the past three hours. A warm bed, a soft pillow, and his heart snuggled up under the blankets.

“Hello, bed,” Jason says as he pulls his helmet off and sets it on the dresser.

“Hello, pillow,” he greets as he lays his gear on the balcony railings to be cleaned tomorrow.

“Hello, hayati,” he whispers with a kiss to your hair as he climbs into bed and pulls you into his arms.

Just…thinking about Jason Todd who yearns for you.

when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n