#DiaryEntry

[glowettee]

i need tips to stop oversharing

everyone’s always like “if you be mysterious, people want to be friends with you” but i CAN’TT

UGH I HATE IT SMM ITS LIKE PPL SMILE AT ME AND I START YAPPING TO THEM ABOUT EVERYTHING

i’m so weirdddd ughhh

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 ♡ 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍’𝒔 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

hi angel 🩰 mindy here....

first of all, you're not weird. you’re human, and also really, really self-aware, which is honestly a sign of emotional intelligence. oversharing isn’t a character flaw, it’s just a form of vulnerability that’s maybe lacking a little bit of direction right now. and you know what? that can definitely be rewired.

but you’re right. there’s something so deliciously powerful about being unreadable. not cold. not distant. just quietly self-contained. you know, that one girl in your class who always looks like she knows more than she’s saying. being mysterious doesn’t mean suppressing your personality, it means curating what parts of you, you reveal, and when. think: allure, not silence.

so, if you’re ready to stop trauma-dumping after someone tells you they like your lip gloss... let’s get into your ✧ anti-oversharing glow-up ✧. - love youuuu

✧‧˚ 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 ✧‧˚

❥ step one: create your “public” script sometimes we overshare because we don’t have a “go-to” version of ourselves for light conversation. so when someone gives us an opening, our brain kind of panics and goes “quick! say literally anything!” and out comes your ENTIRE 7th grade story arc.

to fix this, create a mental ‘highlight reel’ version of yourself for casual convos. i call this your “glow-up script.” these are a few cute, polished, semi-surface-level anecdotes and answers you intentionally rehearse for common situations:

✧ how’s school going? → “it’s been intense but i kind of love it. i’ve been really into productivity stuff lately.” ✧ what do you like to do? → “mostly reading & making pinterest boards like it’s my job.” ✧ how was your weekend? → “super recharging. i’ve been trying to stay offline more lately.”

this gives you a comfy, consistent personality to draw from without reaching into the emotional deep end. bonus: people will find you intriguing because you’re selective.

❥ step two: let silence stretch a little a lot of us overshare because we feel pressure to fill silence. like, someone says something and you feel like you have to respond instantly and enthusiastically or it’s rude. but silence isn’t awkward unless you panic about it.

instead, practice the ✧ micro pause ✧. when someone asks you a question or makes a comment, pause for two full seconds before you answer. let your eyes flick away for a beat. this one trick shifts the vibe completely. it gives you space to choose your words and makes you appear way more composed and thoughtful. think of it as conversational ballet: graceful, intentional, a little mysterious.

❥ step three: replace “omg same!” with “that’s so interesting” oversharing often starts when we relate too hard too fast. someone mentions their cat and suddenly you’re spilling about the time yours almost got run over and how that spiraled into your fear of loss and attachment theory.

instead of instantly jumping into your version of the topic, try observing it in them.

✧ “that’s so interesting, what’s your cat like?” ✧ “wait that’s such a unique story, tell me more.”

this helps you break the reflex to center the convo on yourself. you stay warm and curious without handing over your diary.

✧‧˚ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 ✧‧˚

❥ develop a ✧ private life aesthetic ✧ if you want to stop oversharing, you need to fall in love with the idea of being private. romanticize it. write diary entries no one will ever read. take photos you don’t post. go to cafes without tagging the location. being private isn’t being lonely, it’s creating a secret world so rich and beautiful that you don’t need external validation.

❥ use a “mental filter” before you speak before you say something personal, ask yourself:

✧ is this earned information, or am i offering it to feel accepted? ✧ would i regret this if it got repeated? ✧ is this helping the conversation or derailing it? ✧ am i sharing this for connection or out of nervousness?

if it’s not intentional, save it for later, or your journal.

❥ try“gentle deflection” you don’t have to answer every question. if someone gets too nosy or the convo feels like it’s tilting into overshare territory, try a soft pivot.

✧ “hmm that’s a long story, maybe another day. but tell me about you!” ✧ “haha i’ve blocked that era out. what about you though?”

play it like a game. you stay in control of the narrative while still being cute & open.

✧‧˚ 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒚’𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒔 ✧‧˚

❀ when i catch myself about to overshare, i mentally switch into ✧ editor mode ✧ like i’m revising a diary entry. i ask: “does this version of me feel like the version i want to become?” if not, i scale it back.

❀ i also keep a “burn book” journal (not for meanness, just raw thoughts) where i can word vomit everything and no one sees it. it satisfies the urge to get it out without the regret.

❀ lastly, i pretend i’m the main character of a book that’s still being written. no author spills the whole plot in chapter one. they drop breadcrumbs. a line. a glance. a sentence that makes people curious. you are the enigma. the slow-burn story. don’t give them the whole novel.

you’re not too much. you’re just overflowing with personality, and now you’re learning how to bottle it in perfume instead of spilling it like water. and i promise... the more you stay grounded, the more you’ll see how people lean in, want to know more, wonder about you. it’s not fake. it’s just strategic softness.

your power has always been in your words. now you’re learning how to use them, not waste them.

you’re becoming the mystery. the “i wonder what she’s thinking” girl. the “she smiled but didn’t say much” kind of energy. lol.

and trust me, it'll work like wonders.

always here for you, — 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒚 ♡ glowettee hotline operator ☎︎✨

[lacedwithfemtanyl]

[scarlettsbody]

Björk, 1994

[mylifelikeanime]

✨ Quotes That Speak to My Heart ✨

“No matter how cold it is now, spring will come again.” — Fruits Basket This one comforts me when I feel stuck or sad. It’s like someone whispering, “Hang in there, good days are coming.” I think about warm mornings, blooming flowers, and how even my hardest feelings will soften someday.

“When you love someone, you don't care about their past. You only care about their future, and being a part of it.” —Maid sama This reminds me how love isn’t about fixing or judging—it’s about growing together. I think of how healing it feels when someone sees me for who I am now and still wants to be part of what’s next.

“Being with you is like being in a fairytale. I never want to wake up from this dream.” — Ouran High School Host Club This one makes me smile because it reminds me of the soft, dreamy moments—watching the sunset with someone, laughing until your cheeks hurt, feeling like you’re the main character in your own little romance story.

“Love is like a river. It flows and changes, but it always remains strong.” — Wolf Girl and Black Prince I think about how relationships shift with time—sometimes quiet, sometimes rushing—but love that’s real finds a way to keep going. It's a reminder that softness doesn’t mean weakness; it means staying even when things change.

These words feel like little comforts I tuck into my heart whenever I need a boost. What quotes keep you going on your soft days? I’d love to hear them 💌🌸

Credits & Sources : Images and gif via [@sharehearts] (https://www.tumblr.com/sainthearts/783109887177768960/%E0%A5%B1-may-you-never-%F0%9D%91%93orget?source=share)

[brooding-vamp]

Thrill to Becoming Nothing

April 14, 2024

There is nothing in my day-to-day life that excites me beyond my cup of tea and evening sandwich. I live due to my endurance; my goals sustain me rather well, but my daily life externally does not provoke much. Good grades, success in my academic clubs and military career, money, self-confidence. Men don’t even interest me anymore, and they have not for some time now. All I care about is the furtherment of my goals and my health. I have friends because self-expression, kindness, feeling included, and bonding is healthy for the body, mind, soul. I look for people better than me… more disciplined than me. Otherwise, I guess I am tired. I have little else to say out loud this week.

Why do I feel thrill-less despite what is going well for me? I am content that at least my ambition in life is no longer centered on romantic pursuits. That usually leaves me stripped of everything important to me.

Nietzsche: Maybe I feel empty of without excitement because I have not yet found the values that deeply resonate with me and that would infuse meaning into my accomplishments.

Ayn Rand: Maybe I feel dull because I am not fully pursuing my own rational self-interest and instead sacrificing tiny parts of myself for the sake of others or society. Maybe I don’t treat happiness as if it is my highest moral purpose, and I am not fully asserting my own desires, goals, and values in order to feel fulfilled.

To infuse my life with the substance that makes life feel fulfilling, I would need to become more committed toward living according to my own values and goals. My own inner sense of right and not right.

Both approaches suggest increasing my power over my life and self.

I am good but not great. I want to do great things and learn to enjoy them as I do them… like the quote about the journey is the reason, not the destination. I want to go beyond sex when it comes to motivation... Something higher than instinct (though instinct is still useful and good). I want to feel excited and fulfilled. No mediocrity. No weak moralities. No sensitive constitutions. No distraction. No fat easiness. To strive for a higher form of motivation rooted in self-awareness, creativity, and self-overcoming.

My only fear, the fear that holds me back from so much, is the uncertainty of how far I might go. Where does power or intimacy end? It doesn’t. How can one possibly go about capping how much I want, need, require? Nietzsche suggests that the rare characteristics of today that makes one ill in today’s modern age were common virtues of another age that were useful or necessary for success. My endless thirst would be one of them. That is why I love money and horde a lot. It is something that does not have a cap. Power, love, intimacy, writing, artwork, self-expression. How far can I go? How badly do I want to know, or do I fear what others will see more? Running… how far could you go, Niamh? Maybe that is what made it so thrilling for you once upon a time. My extremism, my edgy art, my pathos, my strange sense of style. To feel this way is to be human in our truest form. Those who see my form and are not scared, maybe they are akin in this feeling.

[confessioncentral]

We need to get some Gossip Girl energy going...

I’ve decided to make a confessions blog because the only ones I can find are fandom-specific — and honestly? We need a space for everything else. The unhinged thoughts. The romantic disasters. The 3am regrets. The petty drama. The I-wish-I-didn’t-still-miss-them energy.

So here we are. Submit your deepest, darkest secrets, your scandals, your softest feelings or deepest regrets. Or just vent! Be anonymous (or don't). Be dramatic. Be real.

✦ RULES/GUIDELINES ✦

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• No confessions involving SA, abuse, or any kind of sexual violence. • No violent crimes or threats that put others in danger. • No confessions containing gore, mutilation, or disturbing imagery. • No animal cruelty, harm, or neglect. • Self-harm or suicide mentions must be vague and non-graphic and MUST contain trigger warnings.

✦ NEED A STARTING POINT? ✦

Try something like: → “I still dream about…” → “If they ever knew I…” → “I hate myself for…” → “Nobody talks about how it feels when…” → “This is going to sound bad but…”

Submit. Confess. Lurk. Overthink. You know you want to.

SUBMIT HERE!

[wiltedforgetmenots]

Sometimes, I wish I could turn into stone. Would I find peace then? Would my heart finally grow still if it were made of stone? Or would the wretched thing still keep beating? How I hate the sound of it.

Or if I were just a bird—would I gain the freedom I've always dreamed of? Would I be happy? Does happiness even mean anything to a bird?

If I were a bear, would I be strong enough to keep living? Would I be content just wandering through the forest, listening to the sound of the river? Or would I still dream of another existence when I looked at the moon?

I gaze at the horizon when there’s mist in the air. It looks so peaceful. For a split second, I forget my existence. I want to walk into the mist and stay there—to walk into nothingness, to become nothing.

Mountaintops, covered in snow and trees—oh, how I adore them: the snow, the trees. I wish to be with them. I wish to be them. What a simple existence—serene. Trees, unchanging; snow, cold, just water—a matter ever-changing, yet still the same.

I know it doesn’t matter as long as I have this soul of mine. I know she is the one who yearns. My heart and brain are nothing but pieces of flesh and blood. It is the ghost within me that keeps the fire burning.

My dear soul: calm as a stone, free as a bird, strong as a bear, cold as snow, lonely as a tree. You don’t belong here, dear soul. My body is rotting around you, and you know it. You keep my heart beating because you’re not ready to give up. And still, you make my mind wander. You know we do not belong here. But no—not giving up yet.

You’re like a mother bird, always hatching eggs filled with sickly little birds. You call them hope. But do you know what I do with them? I learned it from my father, you see. When he found a bird with a broken wing, he snapped its neck and fed it to the cat. I do the same. I feed the beast within me with those frail, sickly attempts called hope.

Isn’t it enough, my dear soul? Aren’t you tired of existing? I will not let even a single one of those hatchlings become a phoenix. I refuse to let myself burn over and over again. Once I burn, I will be nothing but ashes—nothing more, no rebirth.

[luvaeris2]

Inspired by Enola 🎀💭

Dear Diary, I watched Enola Holmes again today. She’s everything I want to be clever, brave, stylish, and just rebellious enough to outsmart the world.

I love that she doesn’t wait for permission to be powerful. She doesn’t care if the world thinks she's "too much." She is too much and that’s what makes her unforgettable.

Maybe I don’t need to fit into anyone’s box either. Maybe my mind is my prettiest accessory. 🕊️✨

XOXO, The girl with the lace gloves and the loud thoughts. 💋

[softrroom]

some days it feels like i’m not even in my body. like i’m watching my life happen from somewhere slightly outside of it. i say the right things, nod at the right moments, laugh when people expect me to, but none of it lands.

i miss feeling things deeply. even the hard stuff. at least it meant i was there. lately it’s just this weird grey fog where i don’t feel sad or happy, just… on autopilot. and everyone keeps telling me how proud they are of me for “pushing through” but what they don’t know is i don’t even remember half the things i’m pushing through anymore. i just know i’m tired.

[aspiringcoder]

Journey Begins...

I used to come on Tumblr for reasons I can not specify but for sure they were not so sincere or motivating. Today I don't know if people use Tumblr for such self development purposes but I know, nobody that I know, Knows Tumblr. So, basically I get somewhere that is kinda semi public. I hope nobody reads this but at the same time does. I guess this is why I will never be a youtuber or influencer.

Ok so.. If you are still reading that means I gotta explain what is this journey about ... I purchased a new online course that is takeUforward plus for learning DSA and other core subjects. I won't bore you much by going to details. But basically I am starting something and you could too. If you are thinking about joining that gym, starting something new just scared of commitment ...it's time to actually start something rather than regretting it in future. So I will keep you updated, If you can reply here (I am kinda new to Tumblr so Idk...This is my first post of my life I'm not on insta or fb or anything ) or tell me about your journey I would be happy to see that someone else is in the same boat. All the best to you and me for giving our best

[kat1565127]

I dearly hate humanity.We have build an gigantic Empire but our foolish minds didnt thought of the consequences.We destroyed our beloved home.Humans are a Mistake,probably the most mundane one consciousness ever witnessed

[lacedwithfemtanyl]

to be perceived... or not to be perceived

[0200whycantibeyou]

The "aesthetic" obsession is becoming really sad and oppriment, stripping things of their meaning and depriving people of the experience of life.

[casualgh0sty]

I survived work but not my thoughts.

[negativespvces]

03.04.2024 – this morning i made a matcha latte with my new milk frother. i had no idea if i was using it right but i think it worked well.

[manifestingunicorn]

Lol the reason why i am so inactive here is because for the time i am free, i do techniques to manifest and also spend more time on Tumblr. The rest of the times im just busy living my life so as to maintain balance. Ig that’s the sign of a real master manifestator