I Feel Unmotivated Abt Shifting But Then I Realize This Is How My Bank Account Is Gonna Look When I Shift

affirmation time :3

repeat after me !! (in your head or out loud)

- everything i want automatically enters my life

- i am capable of shifting

- i am living the life i dream about

- my manifestation is very powerful

- i am in control of my reality and my consciousness

remember that you are powerful and completely capable of shifting/manifesting

a relationship should be 50/50. i shift realities for you and you entangle your soul with mine for eternity.

Does anyone just listen to songs in their Dr playlist and get emotional because you’re there with them, and that you exist in that reality? Because same

I love listening to music that reminds me of my dr

hello coolest person in the multiverse, do you have any ideas for things to script but whimsical, ethereal edition? thank youuuu ❤️

　THINGS TO SCRIPT FOR BEAUTY ✶  ETHEREAL.

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your fingertips leave invisible golden threads wherever they trail. across tables, shoulders, petals. if you touch something, it’s changed, even if no one sees it.

when you hum absentmindedly, it sounds like an incantation. people pause mid-conversation to listen.

your presence feels like spring breaking through winter. something always begins where you are. an idea, a glance, a bloom.

your hands could sew a wound or start a war, depending on how they’re asked.

there’s a wildness in your softness. the kind that makes people want to follow you into the dark and trust they’ll make it back out.

you carry a scent that people can’t quite place: like honey melting in tea, sun-drenched peaches, or jasmine at midnight.

the sound of your breathing in a quiet room could lull someone to sleep. gentle and rhythmic, like waves lapping against a shore.

your voice is steady and timeless, like ancient lullabies sung around a fire. when you speak, it feels like something’s being born.

you can find beauty where no one else looks: in cracked teacups, dust motes floating in sunlight, weeds pushing through cobblestones.

the earth recognises you. flowers seem to lean towards you as you pass, like sunflowers chasing light.

you exist like a field of wildflowers. soft, chaotic, and untouched by human hands.

you carry yourself like royalty without needing a crown. chin lifted, shoulders soft, gaze steady.

people feel safe around you. like you’re a sanctuary in a storm, a quiet church with sunbeams falling through stained glass.

birds land near you just to sing louder. bees linger longer on flowers you’ve touched.

you can hold a spider in your palm without fear and guide it back outside. the world listens to you because you listen to it first.

the sharp side of your tenderness? you protect what’s yours. fiercely. nobody touches your people, your peace, your spirit, without paying a price.

you look at someone with your full attention and they feel seen. not just their face, but their soul.

moths follow you at night. mirrors show you softer. candles burn brighter when you’re nearby.

when you sit still, time slows down. dust catches the light. birds dare to land closer.

you don’t rush. you flow. through crowds, conversations, spaces. as if every movement is deliberate, traced from constellations.

people don’t realise they’re holding their breath until you exhale.

your eyes hold stories no one’s told yet. someone could look at you and swear you know something about them. something good.

you wear silver jewellery that catches the moonlight just right. like the moon is winking at you, an old friend.

people don’t just look at you. they lean in. your energy pulls them closer like gravity.

you could make someone reconsider an entire life decision just by tilting your head and raising a brow.

people do things for you because they want to. “let me help you with that,” they say, before they’ve realised it’s already done.

when you smile, it feels earned. like you’ve gifted someone a treasure that belongs to very few.

you brush your hair slowly, like you’re blessing it. each strand kissed by bristles of gold.

your life is a ritual : the way you tie your ribbons, sweep kohl under your lashes, arrange fresh fruit in bowls. everything feels intentional.

you dip your feet into a cold stream and the water turns warmer, gentler, like it’s trying to please you.

you press your palm to a tree trunk and swear you can hear a faint heartbeat.

your energy feels like deep forests, wild oceans, or the first rainfall after a dry summer. restorative, sacred, alive.

you’re the calm before lightning strikes, the tension of a sky about to break.

your beauty is haunting, like the hum of an old song stuck in someone’s head.

you don’t play by the rules. you write them. and then break them with a smile.

you love like a cathedral loves its worshippers. vast, sacred, and steady.

when you hold someone, they feel like they could stay forever.

people feel lucky to know you, even if you never say a word about it.

people remember you in pieces: the way your bracelets jingled, the sound of your laughter in empty halls, the glow of your skin under twilight.

you leave rooms feeling fuller, like the air has been blessed.

your beauty lives in memories and dreams. soft, untouchable, and utterly unforgettable.

— there it is. ethereal beauty that goes beyond the body. it’s about being timeless, untamed, and deeply felt. your energy isn’t just seen. it’s experienced, remembered, and worshipped. write this into your dr like you’re painting your very soul across it. gold leaf, candlelight, the quiet hum of something holy  .  ་  ˖ 

URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.....

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

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I don’t know why but September kinda feeling like the month everyone shifts. I mean everyone, from the people who just discovered shifting to the people who have been doing this for 4 years or more. Everyone is shifting. Claim it. We’re all going home.

۶ৎ DYNAMIC DUO: THE ULTIMATE FRIENDSHIP TO SCRIPT OR MANIFEST ˙⋆.˚

☆ A DUO THAT FEELS LIKE FATE ☆

Some people stumble into friendships, but you two? You were always meant to find each other. It wasn’t just luck—it was like the universe took one look at you both and said, Yeah, these two? They need to meet. And from that moment on, everything clicked.

You didn’t just become friends—you became a force. A unit. A perfect balance of chaos and control, strategy and spontaneity. One of you lays the groundwork, the other takes it and runs. One of you starts the fire, the other keeps it burning. Together, you’re sharper, funnier, and somehow even more dangerous.

People don’t just notice when you enter a room together—they feel it.

☆ THE ART OF BEING IN SYNC ☆

You’ve got that rare kind of connection where words aren’t always necessary. A glance? That’s a full conversation. A raised eyebrow? That’s an entire game plan. You could be on opposite sides of a crowded room, and with a single look, you both just know.

And when you do speak? It’s effortless. The timing, the flow—perfect. Your conversations feel like a script that was written for you both, except no one else could ever deliver the lines right. People try to keep up, to follow the rhythm, but they always fall behind. Because the thing is, your friendship isn’t just understood—it’s felt.

☆ INSIDE JOKES & YOUR LANGUAGE ☆

There are jokes that only exist between you two, and honestly, they wouldn’t even be funny to anyone else. It’s not just the joke itself—it’s the history behind it, the layers, the way it started from something small and became this running gag that neither of you will ever let die.

You could be sitting in dead silence, and all it takes is one memory—one barely noticeable thing—and suddenly, you’re both trying not to laugh. Everyone else? Clueless.

But that’s the best part. Because some things don’t need to be shared.

☆ LOYALTY LIKE NO OTHER ☆

There’s a difference between friends and allies. Friends are nice to have. Allies? They’re essential. And you two? You’re allies.

You don’t betray, you don’t compete, you don’t entertain drama. If one of you succeeds, the other is already paving the way for more. If one of you is struggling, the other is already fixing the problem before they even ask. There’s no need to question loyalty when it’s absolute.

And if someone has an issue with one of you, now they have to deal with both of you. You guys stick together like 'if they hate you, I hate them.' / 'if you hate them, I do too.'

☆ THE KEY TRAITS THAT MAKE YOU A DUO ☆

It’s the small things that set you apart—the things that, over time, became second nature:

A signature handshake no one else can get right.

A way of getting out of awkward situations together without a single word.

A code word that means we’re leaving, now.

The fact that people can’t mention one of you without the other coming up in the same sentence.

That one thing you both do—maybe it’s finishing each other’s sentences, or instinctively mirroring each other’s movements, or just having a presence that feels incomplete when the other isn’t there.

You didn’t plan on having a reputation as a duo so iconic. It just happened.

☆ THE LEGACY ☆

Some pairs just fit. It’s in the way your styles always unintentionally complement each other. The way you carry yourselves—like you know something everyone else doesn’t. The way you seem to move through the world a little differently than everyone else.

Maybe it’s how, without meaning to, you’ve created a presence that lingers. Maybe it’s how people talk about you even when you’re not around, how they tell stories about you like you’re characters in a novel, like they wish they had something that effortless.

Years from now, people will still remember.

Because there are plenty of friendships, but real duos? They’re rare. And you two? You’re unforgettable.

You don't need to ignore the 3D

I came to the realization that, the 3D is like watching a TV Show. When you watch a show that you're invested in, you cry with the characters, you laugh, you love and you feel basically all types of emotions. But at the end of the day, guess what? That show isn't real. It's not true. Same goes for the 3D, you can see it as a show that you're watching. Yes it can be frustrating, sad, heartbreaking but at the end it's not true. (only the things you accept are true in it are) So don't beat yourself up for reacting to the 3D, just know that it's not true and it doesn't matter.