#manifesting better

[jess-dailylife]

Feeling Defeated but Not Giving Up

Today hit hard. The plan my fiancé and I had—moving into his parents' condo—might not happen after all. The tenant might buy it, and just like that, we’re back to square one. I get why he doesn’t want to move in here. It would slow down our savings, and we have goals. But moving in with his parents? That’s a tough pill to swallow. Privacy matters. Our sanity matters. A year isn’t forever, but it’s long enough for things to unravel if we’re not careful. And I refuse to let bottled-up frustrations be the thing that breaks us.

On top of that, the job hunt is exhausting. It’s one thing for companies to claim they “value their employees,” but it’s another to actually pay them what they’re worth. I know what I bring to the table, but finding an employer who truly sees that feels impossible.

But I’m not just sitting here. I started my Project Management course on Coursera, hoping it’ll add some weight to my resume and open new doors. I also plan on finishing my bookkeeping course—another skill under my belt. It’s all an investment in myself, in my future.

Debt looms over me like a storm cloud, and Scotiabank? A whole mess. They say one thing, then do another, and I feel like I’m running in circles. The only way out is through. I need that higher-paying job. I need to spend only what I have. I need to keep going.

I feel defeated today, but I won’t stay down. Because this? This is just a chapter, not the whole story.

-Just a Girl in Ontario

[gunstellations]

redraw! my first sonic art after 1 year 💙🖤

[scornedethnographer]

Nora @ us when we keep asking about the golden raven

[karvokr]

munch!gojo who's between your legs– again today for the third time. “mm, what's with the shy act now? you were pulling my hair ten minutes ago.”

he’s grinning, of course. all pretty teeth and flushed cheeks, chin slick, white hair stuck to his forehead like he’s working for it. because he is.

he’s been between your thighs for what feels like hours– talking, teasing, groaning into you like it’s his favorite place on earth (because it is). he hasn’t even fucked you yet and his pupils are blown, his voice wrecked, his hands gripping your thighs like he’ll die if you move an inch.

you try to close your legs, overwhelmed– he growls. “hey. uh-uh. you don’t get to tap out now. not when you were so cocky earlier.”

you didn’t even say anything earlier. you just wore a skirt. and now he’s got your legs thrown over his shoulders and he’s saying “c’mon, gimme one more, one more– be good, baby, let me have it,” like you’re holding out on him.

he’d stay down there all night if you let him (sometimes you do).

[momomallowart]

They deserve to have fun ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔっ✨

[serafphim]

dream-eating moth boy

[roukabi]

it's for real this time you guys trust me it's really gonna happen

[charmac]

This is the best set tour we have and it's terrible

[alys-starworld]

[viviennemaeve]

The Inside-Out Glow-Up

How to Stop Playing Small & Start Moving Like a Winner

There’s a difference between people who are just seen and people who are felt. The latter don’t beg for attention, they just walk into a room and shift the atmosphere. That’s the glow-up no one talks about—the kind that starts inside and radiates outward.

I thought a glow-up was about changing my hair, my wardrobe, my face. But what actually changed my life? My energy.

Here’s how I stopped playing small and started moving like the winner I was always meant to be.

Step 1: The Identity Shift – Becoming "That Person"

If you’re waiting for something external to confirm you’re important (money, attention, approval), you’ll always feel like something is missing. The glow-up happens when you wake up one day and decide:

I am interesting, valuable, magnetic—before anyone else says it.

I deserve to take up space and be seen.

I no longer play down my personality to make others comfortable.

Ask yourself: If I were already the most powerful, glowing version of me—how would I think? How would I move? What would I tolerate?

Then start acting like that.

Immediately.

Step 2: Unlearning Self-Sabotage & Small Energy

A lot of us were conditioned to be “humble,” to be “likable,” to dim ourselves down. But let’s be real—playing small has never helped anyone win.

Speaking softly so you don’t sound “too much”? Stop it.

Sitting back when you know you have something to say? Stop it.

Not going after what you want because “what if I fail”? Stop it.

Winners aren’t afraid to be seen trying. And trust me, people can feel when you doubt yourself. The second you start believing you belong in the spotlight, the world will reflect it back to you.

Step 3: The Energy Glow-Up – Embodying Unapologetic Presence

Confidence isn’t just posture or outfits (though, yes, those help). It’s the subtle way you exist that makes people remember you.

Speak slower. Move with certainty. Rushed energy screams insecurity.

Make eye contact. Like you expect people to listen when you talk.

Stop over-explaining. Say what you mean, then stop talking.

Carry yourself like you have somewhere important to be. Even if it’s just a coffee run.

People should feel something different when they’re around you. Like they just met someone important. Because they did.

Step 4: Raising Your Standards in Every Area

Here’s the truth: when you glow up internally, you’ll stop tolerating things that don’t align with your highest self.

Low-effort friendships? No, thanks.

Situationships with people who don’t see your worth? Not my vibe.

Doubting yourself before you even try? That’s embarrassing.

Once you start seeing yourself as the prize, the whole world starts treating you that way too.

Step 5: Moving Like a Winner (Before the World Recognizes It)

You don’t become magnetic, successful, iconic by waiting for permission. You do it by deciding:

“I’m already her.”

“I already have what it takes.”

“It’s just a matter of time before the world catches up.”

And then you start walking, talking, living like that’s the truth. Because it is.

The glow-up isn’t about becoming someone new. It’s about uncovering who you were always meant to be.

So stop playing

[maci-lena]

"Why does Grimm Jr. keep firing at all the friendly mantises?" Because somebody taught him to be impolite.

I'm certain the Knight knows how to respect people with a bow, but be honest: You hit Grimm at least once. (I know I have... on accident... several times...)

[poon-nropay]

Happy Songkran! ขอปะแป้งลุง ๆ นะคะ 😌❤️

[natjennie]

something about "your anger isn't scary to me" is making me so emotional. something about as above so below, cassandra as a mirror of kristen. something about "I've been dropping the ball a lot lately" and kristen's struggles with adhd. something about teenage girls and rage and fury and justice. something about adaine's vision of ruining fallinel and the sylvaire looking for revenge. something about sadness and doubt and anger and love. something about "I choose to understand" being the absolute core theme of d20 in general. something something.

[spiritualseeker777]

[raplinenthusiasts]

j-hope Tour 'HOPE ON THE STAGE' Official Trailer 👀 setlist?

[chaaistained]

☕︎ my better cr; intro •°

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🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the recipe to my better cr ≈

name : ℳ

age (when i shift) : 17/18 — i’m planning to either shift to dec 2021 or aug 2022 , wtv my subconscious chooses

occupation : university student — double degree in law and arts, majoring in media law and craft of writing & literature, respectively

+ part time tutor for english and maths, at the same private tutoring company i went to in high school

+ (eventually) part time stock acquisition and youth advertiser at a telecommunications company near my campus which is technically a nepo hire bcs my aunt works there

+ (eventually) paid internship at the australian taxation office for the study of torts and contracts and even tho i got in genuinely bcs of my marks and my interview it also feels a little nepo bcs another aunt (a family friend) also works here.. anyway

side hobbies/hustles : blogger (tumblrina in every reality if i can help it) , tiktok + youtube cover channel with two of my high school friends , fic author (ao3 curse does NOT exist here come at me) , occasional columnist for my uni’s student newsletter

my s/o : childhood family friend — lost contact and reunited ten years later — not revealing his name apart from the first letter bcs . he’s real .. anyway it’s 𝒜

౨ৎ meet ℳ

a sun kissed cinnamon bun personified — she is the smile that blossoms between warm cheeks during the burn of a sunrise ≈

in this dr i don’t change my name, and for that reason i’ll stick to the first letter (just like my pinned post) which is ℳ.

i’m nothing more than a normal girl, waking up each day already tired but willing myself to either go to uni or work, staying up late to catch up on the hours i spend doing other things, i have a closet full of clothes and yet i have nothing to wear, i have three of the same shades of lip gloss but they’re all from different brands so ofcs they’re not the same, i just bought a new journal but i’m yet to finish the one i got four years ago, i have ink stains on the tips of my fingers and chai stains on the pages edge of the novel i’m currently reading.

i just take every day like a new pot of tea leaves, waiting to be steeped to perfection.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ the metamorphosis

with frayed edges and tear stained cheeks, she undid the binds of a life once lived, a life once loved, finding the holes to be too much to bear in the everlasting winter of the cold reality that was thrust upon her, opting to take the needle and thread between her own fingers and stitch up the seams, to reinforce the realm of her existence into one that can hold her hand rather than hold her down

quite often i approach the concept of reinvention with a quivering hand, unable to part ways from the comfort — or perhaps the codependency — of that familiarity.

but eventually i took a step back and realised, there is no shame in finding freedom in what already feels right . after all, our souls are not dependant on this realm or this body, our consciousness is an ever expanding universe on its own, and our power to wield it is something that we have grown to understand and control in a way that allows us to live the lives we truly desire.. that’s all that this dr represents for me.

a life that i truly desire.

i’m not that different here, i have the same name, the same birthday, the same family. but it would be a lie to say everything stays the same.

i do admit to changing my appearance a bit, i’m nothing if not a perfectionist and whilst i do think my features have potential, i actually reach said potential in this reality. my upbringing has been revitalised to be something that enriched me rather than keeping me sheltered. my parental unit is less overbearing and more understanding, my brother is less of a jerk and more of a friend, my family relationships are less immature and more genuine.

i revise my failures in education, i revise my anxieties around success and the fear of that success being unreachable, i revise my health, my athleticism, my willpower and the general energy i have throughout the day to achieve everything that i wish to accomplish, everything that i could not bring myself to take a step towards in my previous reality.

my passions aren’t shamed here, they are encouraged. not just with the wary caution of a simple hobby but rather as an actual proper lifestyle, a feasible choice to make for a career, a skill that is supported as something from which i can make a name for myself.

and in this growth, in this metamorphosis, i find stability and comfort in not just my family but also my friends — people that i lost contact with, people that i drifted away from, people that i couldn’t bring myself to keep close because of the shame in my own progression or lack thereof — i’m not an aspect of shame, i never was, i know what i deserve and what i’m capable of and in this reality, i am all those things.

that’s why this is home, even after i break out of the cocoon and open my eyes in a world that’s familiar, it will also be different, because i’ll be different — no longer experiencing the slow sluggish state of what once was, for i now have a marvellous symmetry of splendour that holds me high, the equilibrium of my reality, where the scales finally tipped in my favour, levelling out to be amiably sound, with every flap of a butterfly’s wing.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ sugar heart cookies

it’s an inexplicable pull, an intangible tug on the heartstrings, a firm grip, a gentle ache, a deep longing. you can’t help but feel that there is something more out there for you, that there is someone more. someone that feels less like a piece and more like a whole person. someone who won’t complete you, but will help you complete yourself. two halves of a heart leaves you vulnerable when you’re apart, but when it’s two hearts beating alongside each other, the only thing left is to hold onto you

he sat beside me in his mother’s car. we were six (me) and eight (him). he sat in the drivers seat while his mother went inside the house to pick up a few things before taking the three of us (his little sister sat in the back) to a gathering of family friends.

his mother had bought us britannia little hearts. i can still remember the minuscule sugar crystals stuck to the tips of my small fingers while i dove inside the aluminium cover every few seconds to reach for the next tiny biscuit.

he asked me where i was that day — i’d stayed home from school because i felt unwell — when i told him, his first reaction was to nag me : “you know, if you’re sick, you shouldn’t be eating these. this is pure sugar.”

“yeah but i don’t want to listen to you!” — i was .. never really good at listening to people, especially not cute boys who were a little older than me.

he always seemed a bit uptight, but i guess i forgot how much he cared. because i can’t remember what happened two years later, during my last day in my old school. i remember crying, and i remember being comforted by people. but i guess i forgot that one of those people was him. i guess i forgot that he told me “it’ll be alright. i’m sure we’ll see each other again someday.”

it took us ten years but we got there.

this time, he was upstairs, in the house that was hosting a dinner among friends. i was distracted by my brother’s antics, one foot inside the threshold past the door and one foot on the pavement outside. with a flick of my head, my gaze turned up, up past the stairs in front of the door, up to the railing on the second level, a lookout point for the entrance.

he was leaning against the railing, blue button up shirt tucked into his black jeans, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, taking a quick glance to his side before doing a double take.

the silence felt like the calm before a pattering evening of rainfall, where you can feel the change in your future from the way the air seems electrified, from the way the clouds seems to churn around each other, like they’re brewing together, ready to erupt and explode into thunder, like the way you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

he seemed familiar, he seemed important, he seemed to be everything i could ever ask for and i didn’t know why the sirens were singing in my skull but i knew in my gut he was meant to be important to me. i knew he was meant to be somebody.

it took me a second to look away, but that entire night, and every night that followed, and every day that came along with it, i can’t ever forget the sugar crystal glimmers of light in his eyes. and for every moment to come, i’ll hold the little heart biscuits of our love in the palm of my hands, because i’m not someone who listens to people very well, i don’t care if i’m not allowed, i want them . i want him.

don’t swallow the tea leaves ! for they leave you a message 🍂

this dr is very near and dear to my heart and i can’t even begin to put everything i wanna say about it into one post so .. there will be more abt this dr

it’s literally home. it’s my life.

i’m so grateful for it xx

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