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A little message from me, a mexican, to y’all my white followers, for this May 5

The amount of people I’ve met who talk shit to me about someone behind their back and then pretend to care about them later on this is why I don’t fuck with most people

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One of the sneaky ways people with secret animosity towards you try to sabotage you is by influencing you to make detrimental choices.

Hateful monitoring spirits recognize your value. They know they can’t tear you down through direct attacks, so they pretend to be in your corner, hyping you up while encouraging you to make decisions that will ultimately harm you.

If you're trying to lose weight, they might try to get you to break your diet or skip the gym because “you deserve it” or “your body already looks great as it is.” If they see you’re close to getting a promotion, they may try to convince you that your career path is toxic and you’re better off quitting. If you want to change your lifestyle and stop being hedonistic, they will try to make you feel like you only live once and shouldn’t “restrict” yourself from having fun.

These people know exactly what they are doing. They are envious of you and terrified of your potential. They sometimes understand what you are capable of more than you do. A real friend is someone who holds you accountable and has your best interests at heart. A hater is an enabler who will steer you towards a path of self-destruction. Don’t mistake smiles for genuine support and love.

“Never obsess about chasing love. Chase goals. Chase dreams. Chase the behaviors that are going to make you better. You don’t chase love; you allow that to find you by accident, and when it finds you on accident, you’ll know that it was supposed to find you purposely.”

— Sylvester McNutt

I hate getting flashbacks from things I don’t want to remember.

“People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them.”

— Veronica Roth