what if im wearing sandals π°
There is a secret callsign for [tumblr] users.
If you spot a wild [tumblr] human in the wild, you must tell them this phrase:
"I like your shoelaces."
The appropriate reverse-call, if you hear this phrase, goes thusly:
"Thanks! I stole them from the president."
I'm paying literal actual money for you to see this, so don't let it be in vain. Use this phrase everywhere.
i haven't reached that milestone yet. I'll keep going!π
AGHH???
This is NOT A DRILL!!!
βNo matter how attractive a personβs potential may be, you have to date their reality.β
β Mandy Hale
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 But reality is not bound by these outdated rules.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.
Itβs 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.
Iβm a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. π
The life I once knew β my home, my family, my sense of safety β has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. π
Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary β a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of β now feels like a distant memory. ποΈ
I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive β to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. π€
If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. β¨
Thank you for taking the time to listen. π
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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.