#live your dream on Tumblr

[notpikaman]

[totopopopo]

How do I have so many water glasses in my bedroom I didn’t even know I owned this many water glasses

[nakamorijuan]

"live your dream on tumblr. The chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure."

[littldolli]

[writethestory365]

It doesn’t matter what you start with — just get started.

[imperfect777]

It’s never too late to get your desired outcome. Even if you have a test tomorrow, 5 minutes from now, Or even right now. Affirm your self through the test. Affirm that you already pasted your test because it was so easy. You already know you got an A because you’re so smart.

[adharagranley-writer]

be grateful for your life, because somewhere in the world there's someone dreaming of that life.

[piratekane]

i love hearing about you and your wife it gives me so much warmth and hope - if your comfortable, do you have a first meeting or first date story? totally ok if you'd not share! i hope you and your wife have a wonderful anniversary, 11 years is quite a feat!

oh ho ho you've unlocked my special interest. i love talking about our first meeting/date.

(a read more because i did not make this short)

we actually "met" on tumblr! we both signed up for this penpal blog where you got matched with someone who had similar interests as you. i verified with my wife this morning and we both said we liked cats-i'm assuming that's what they matched us over. i dropped a joke in her inbox that went unanswered for days despite her reblogging and posting and was like welp, that was a good shot, champ, but you messed it up. no friends for you.

now, this was in the days when tumblr's inbox system (which limited you to 10 asks a day) ate every other message. so it's not that she didn't think it was funny, she just didn't get it. i found this out when i dropped the same joke a second time in her inbox and lo and behold! she thought it was funny. (i have recycled this joke many times over the year and always get an eye roll. like, babe. it's a classic. it's the thundapants joke!)

she did not think it was funny when i told her i was a transplant living in the the armpit of massachusetts because-lo and behold a second time-that's where she grew up and was also still living! it was an auspicious start for me, truly. we figured out that we had a bunch of things in common-i did my student teaching at her high school when she was a senior there, i was a substitute teacher for her little sister's 8th grade class, we missed each other in college by a couple of classes, my roommate and best friend worked at the PT office my wife frequented. we kind of went around each other for a while before we finally landed in the same place.

it took me a month and a half of my best jokes to convince her to go on a date with me because, as she said, she was super nervous. i was like, you have not truly met me yet because i am the stupidest person on earth and not worthy of nervousness. but she finally said yes! and we went out to a local chinese restaurant for crab rangoons. it shared a parking lot with the diner i worked at so i ate there all the time and the people there were so surprised i was (a) sitting down to eat and (b) eating with somebody!

(thus began our tradition of ending up on someone else's first date. the couple behind us was clearly meeting for the first time. he was telling her his credit score and that she could order whatever she wanted off the menu, no worries because he could pay for it. we cringed each time he opened his mouth but it was kind of perfect in a way because it gave us something to whisper about. we have since ended up on way too many first dates to count. it is kind of just a thing that happens to us, no matter where we go.)

our date was really, really good. we had talked A LOT via tumblr inbox (messages didn't exist yet) and the conversation just kind of picked up in person. so much so that 4 hours went by and they were putting up the chairs. and then we talked for a while in the parking lot too until my roommate hit me with the "are you alive or did she murder you and dump your body somewhere?" text. i left her on read and kept talking until the restaurant locked up and all the people went home. i just didn't want to leave. i felt like i knew my wife already, you know? like things just clicked. she was funny and intelligent and she listened when i went on the first of many, many tangents. her patience for me is unmatched and started out that way.

we spent the rest of the summer we lived there spending as much time as we could together. i distinctly remember doing short order cook shifts at the diner i worked at and then rolling up to her house to pick her up and drive around. we had to drive with the windows down because my clothes just effused grease from the fryers. we watched so many movies at my apartment-which is hilarious because about a year into our relationship she informed she was NOT a movie person, she just wanted to spend time together. we have watched maybe ten movies together since that first year.

then i got a full-time job on the other side of the mountain, we moved, bought a house, got married, and the rest is history. but we get crab rangoons on every anniversary and do a lame-o instagram post about each other and i continue to be the stupidest person in the room, just very stupid over her.

[bunny-extract]

bestie I had things to do today. now I'm just thinking of feeding those big mfs with the full intention of bulking them up. with my cooking/baking skills it would not take long. (Source: friends with strongman types and do this for them willingly)

GOD them coming to you after their workout still dripping in sweat and telling you how good the place smells. Sitting together at the table and demolishing the whole spread you put out, moaning around their forks and lavishing you with praise. Watching them sink back into their seats with clean plates and hands resting over distended stomachs, wide smiles on their sleepy faces.

It's flattering how much they love your cooking. The praise, the adoration, the way they get a little sheepish asking if there's enough for second. The answer is always yes, you take good care to make enough to feed your personal army, but desert comes before seconds. It's tradition, and the cheesecake you'd made is sitting pretty in the fridge just for them.

Second tradition is that they help you clean, which is all the motivation you need to keep up this labor of love (as if the love wasn't enough). And it's not that your kitchen is the size of a broom closet or anything, but with all of them crammed in that space you're better off sitting back and admiring them work. Washing the dishes, wiping the counters, sweeping the floor. They brush and bump against each other the whole time, the ensuing and inevitable shoving match usually leading them to your couch, where they once again make the place look like a doll house.

They spread out on it like oversized dogs, leaving just enough room for you to squeeze in between. Everyone shuffles around until you're perfectly surrounded, keeping at least one hand on you at all times. Rubbing your feet, massaging your hand, stroking over your back until the combination of the heat, your full stomach and the soothing touches puts you to sleep. The hum of their quiet talking mistaken for the TV nobody bothered to turn on.

[l-uxsolaris]

The Folding Method

This is a method that I thought of while in school last year! Someone may have already thought of this before me, so if they have, please let me know!

So this method is quite simple. You take a sheet of paper (preferably A4, but anything works) and fold it so that you have 8 section. Like this:

And on each section, I would like you to write an affirmation! So on one write "I have xyz." On another write "Xyz comes to me." Make sure you write a different affirmation every time!

And that's it! It's good to do in class because you can focus on one section while the others are folded so no pesky rats can read it >:((

Usually, people destroy these, but I'd personally keep it on you! So that in class, when you're bored or you've finished your work, you can read over it! I hope this helped!

Good Luck ♡

[thecaffeinatedwitch]

hey yall. so yesterday was my sp's birthday. i texted him and he had a good old dry reply regarding the same. saying "thank you". we longed the conversation a bit but where i felt that naah this is getting too boring or i am just giving away my power and energy for nothing and for free (CAUSE BABYGIRLS WE ARE THE FUCKING BITCHED AND EVERYONE LITERALLY WORSHIPS THE GROUND WE WALK ON) so i did NOT choose to settle for his mediocre conversation to be honest. we deserve meaningful conversations. AND THAT'S WHAT WE WILL SETTLE FOR. NOTHING LESS. I DESERVE TO BE LOVED THE HELL OUT OF ME. I DESERVE DEVOTION. And he would give that to me. 'cause babygirls, we are the fucking goddesses and queens and our sps are literally just a projection of our thoughts. so know your worth and don't settle and F u c k the 3d. he is going to come back crawling to you. alright????

[voidedjuice]

Having fun together

[worldclasschick]

"Do it over and over again until it takes on the tones of reality"

Persist, persist, persist.

That's all you have to do. Believe. Having faith is your power, and with that power you can and you will create whatever you want. It's not even hard. It's a natural act, which you're doing your whole life. When you become conscious of this, and start to create consciously, that's when you reach your full potential. You realize that you're the center. That you can make/change whatever and however you want.

Just do it over and over again until it takes on the tones of reality.

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[seschigirl]

How to manifest based on research

- Allow yourself the freedom to dream without constraints or limitations. Embrace the courage to dream big and fearlessly pursue your aspirations.

- Write down five goals every day, both big and small, and manifest them into reality by putting pen to paper! By doing so, you are sending a message to the universe that you are committed to your desires and strengthening your imaginative abilities. Consider starting a big dreams journal.

- Visualize the necessary steps to achieve your end goal, recognizing that the journey to manifestation may be unpredictable. Create a roadmap of small and achievable steps that will guide you towards your desired outcome. Prioritize preparing your mind, body, and spirit for success by detaching from anything that does not align with your goals.

- Take action and execute your plan by breaking down the process into daily to-do lists consisting of small, actionable steps. Stay committed to the journey and remain adaptable as your reality begins to shift in a positive direction.

[crengarrion]

few things are as touching as the appreciation hardworking, heartfelt, passionate, dedicated young people express when you support them. sometimes this appreciation is shown by those young people sending you unedited footage of their professional wrestling ambulance matches and it fucking rules.