#be your own guru

[juliaridulaina]

Sigues el guru de tu mateix//Be your own guru//Sé el gurú de ti mismo

Algunes persones necessiten sentir fermesa espiritual, estabilitat emocional, per no trobar-se tremolant sota la influència de qualsevol situació que els causi trastorn.RETALLS: La gent va a sannyasis, gurus, etc., perquè creuen que rebran tranquil·litat d’ells; això no te sentit. Les ànimes mateixes tenen la forma de pau. Mai facis d’un ésser corporal el teu guru.No té sentit esperar que algú…

[parwatisingari]

The Dinner Table

It’s the month of gratitude, The group had decided to work on one area of their life each day. say a prayer a gratitude for different things in their lives. Today they were to identify the three people who made a difference in their lives and list 5 good things about them. well, that was actually quite easy she thought. She began with her list Right on top was her mother and okay what was that…

[angelsdean]

ok but the way jack is immediately like "don't tell sam" abt the cookie crunch like yes it's a funny moment but thinking abt it for one second longer it's like ohhh so sam is annoying abt Everyone's eating habits, not just dean's? insufferable man. to quote dean: these are your issues, quit dumping them on [others]

[silentgrim]

some simmers can be so insufferable can’t believe y’all made a guru deactivate their twitter over the lack of seasons in the new world 😭

[readfirst-mentalhealthunfiltered]

I LOVE TO DANCE

Moms said I been dancin all my life, naturally gravitated to it, one of the very few things i can thank my father but anyway, she put me in all different dance lessons, until I gravitated to one....West Indian Folk Dancing, would be my entrance into the dance world. I'm so thankful for a mother that nurtured my passions and creativity.

What passions and creativity do you enjoy?

If im feeling happy i'm listening to house or something latin for sure, if i'm sad i will put on a sad song to dance to NOT SIT AND MOPE to or put on a happy song if i'm able and dance that little bit of blues away and BAAABAY when i'm feeling ug-lay i put on a seeexy song or two and give it all to my imaginary boo, LOL.

When you cant enjoy things that normally make you happy, do a. systems check. Are you genuinely no longer interested or are you emotions starting to groove to the wrong tune.

[vaultsixtynine]

why have i never thought of this. a matrix seven/j*hnny au would fuck pretty hard

[readfirst-mentalhealthunfiltered]

This is literally what helped me on the road to PTSD😜 and made it complex, lol or chronic🫣 i think it's what they are calling it now. But yeah again i say PTSD is a social emotional injury STOP BEING A$$ HOLES😝

“You’ll end up really disappointed if you think people will do for you as you will do for them. Not everyone has the same heart as you”

— Fuckology

[adelstitel]

love being chronically ill and constantly having to decide on health vs fun

[gbhbl]

EP Review: Eat Your Own Head - The Trawler (Drongo Records)

Norwich alt/noise-rock band Eat Your Own Head are pleased to announce the release of their upcoming new EP, The Trawler, set for release on 31st May 2024 via Drongo Records. Eat Your Own Head count themselves as one of the bands spearheading a new wave of heavy music, redefining the UK rock scene. Known for their unpredictable twists and turns, the band veer from floor stomping riffs to tender…

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ YES, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YES, SHE'S REAL! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen for the first time?

contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it.

author's note: everyone welcome streamer!gojo to the world! he'll be here for a while...

"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"

you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.

it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.

satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.

he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"

you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"

satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.

the look on his face is priceless — imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.

"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."

satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."

you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.

your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.

so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.

smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.

he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.

suguru-geto: haha i already knew

toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?

yuuji-itadori: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??

[neverendingford]

the problem I feel like a lot of trans women don't really realize is that red lipstick absolutely highlights mustache shadow.

would I love to wear red lipstick? sure

does it kill me to wear because I notice the slight shadow above my lip more than any other time? absolutely.

I don't even grow much facial hair at all and it still stands out on me

[fushitoru]

ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! a nanami kento fic / drabble

cw: nanami kento x reader, a little suggestive maybe, established relationship, fluff, nanami is a green flag but he's just a man, light jealousy / posessiveness, crack, based off this (instagram link). gojo ver here

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"Ranking types of hugs I'd be comfortable with another guy giving my girlfriend." 

Kento’s not the type to aimlessly scroll on his phone --- he prefers to be in the present, not deplete “his reserves of dopamine” too quickly, but right now he’s bored. You’ve yet to come from work---you’d texted him you were running late, buying some groceries---so Kento’s laid on the couch looking at his phone. Even though he hates using social media and the rabbit holes that result from said use, he answers your reels and TikToks religiously. After all, he values everything you have to say, even though they are a bit silly.

But just before he could respond to the baby fever videos you sent him----he does have to admit, it’s a bit cute---his screen auto scrolls onto the next piece of 30-second content, and with that, he’s hooked, observing the slots of rankings the filter auto generates for the guy on his screen.

For a bit, he multitasks on looking at the video and reading the comments, then frowns at how possessive they seem. 

catcher hug is 1000 bodies 😭😭

No one is hugging my girl

PUT EVERYTHING AT 11 CUH

a/n lmaoo these are real comments on the link above honestly i love when men are pathetic

Surely, it can’t be that bad … right?

Kento prides himself on being an emotionally mature and secure man. It’s not to say he doesn’t have his own flaws, but while it seems the rest of his gender has fallen to the gym bro gurus and alpha male podcast bros, he’s involved himself in constant communication with you and makes sure to educate himself. 

And yet. He doesn’t know he’s going to almost be on the brink of tears as he opens the filter to try it out by himself.

The filter shuffles, presenting the first option: A back hug.

Kento exhales sharply through his nose, eyes narrowing slightly. He doesn’t immediately react, but there’s a flicker of something in his gaze. He ranks it a nine.

Then, the next: A slow dance hug.

His jaw tightens. The thought of you in someone else’s arms, swaying under dim lights, your cheek resting against another man’s chest—it’s enough to make something unpleasant curl in his stomach. Ten.

The filter shuffles again. One-armed hug. He sighs through his nose, rubbing his temple. Three. Acceptable. Barely.

e waits, trying to keep his thoughts level, but when the next option rolls in, his grip on his phone tightens. A slow catcher hug.

His face is blank. He blinks once. Twice.

Then, a deep, audible sigh fills the room as he drags a hand down his face, thumb and forefinger pressing against the bridge of his nose.

The image is unwelcome, vivid—someone else catching you, your legs wrapping around their waist, the ease, the familiarity.

His phone clatters onto his chest, and he stares at the ceiling. The muscles in his jaw are taut, his lips pressed in a firm line. A moment passes. Then another.

And that’s how you find him—lying on the couch, stiff as a board, staring blankly upwards like he’s contemplating the meaning of life itself.

“Sweetheart?” you call, stepping closer. You set down your groceries, taking in his unusually tense form. He doesn’t immediately acknowledge you, just continues his thousand-yard stare.

“What’s wrong?” you press, now more concerned. “Are you feeling sick?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, still staring at the ceiling. Then, in a voice that’s a little too measured, he finally speaks.

“If another man so much as thinks about catching you in his arms, I’ll break both of them.”

You freeze. Blink.

“… What?”

Finally, he turns his head to look at you, eyes dark and serious, but there’s something almost resigned in his expression—like he knows he’s being ridiculous but can’t bring himself to care. You’re surprised at the turn of events to---it’s unlike him to be so…possessive and droopy. It’s actually really cute---he reminds you uncharacteristically of a wet, droopy dog.

“I don’t like that filter.” His voice is calm, but his fingers twitch slightly where they rest on his stomach. “I don’t like thinking about other men touching you.”

It’s so unlike him—so openly possessive—that you’re momentarily stunned into silence. Then, amusement bubbles up in your chest.

“Did you just get jealous over a TikTok filter?” you tease, stepping closer.

He exhales, slow and long, closing his eyes briefly before muttering, “I was curious. I regret it.”

You bite back a smile, reaching down to brush your fingers against his jaw. He leans into the touch, almost instinctively, before sighing again.

“You’re the only one I want to touch me, Kento.” you reassure, and his lips finally quirk at the edges—barely, but it’s there.

“I know,” he says, voice softer now. “But if I ever see a man standing with his arms open around you…” He exhales one final time, shaking his head before murmuring, “… I can fight.”

You giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek before moving to put away the groceries, leaving him lying there, still brooding.

As you walk away, you hear him mutter under his breath, just loud enough to catch:

“Slow catcher hug… ridiculous.”

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a/n first time writing for nanami kinda nervous :') i have def areas to improve upon but for the meantime pls accept this <3 thank you for the req cutie !! @girlyuuta choso ver is going to come too :3

[skyrigel]

How Tf! 141 reacts to your silent treatment

John clocks it as soon as you don't laugh at his fish joke, or add anything meaningful about the weed growing in lawn. His smugness evaporates and is transformed by a bearly urge to make you speak, to make you smile, to make you fucking look at him with love and adoration. He wouldn't stop eye contact as he would slowly take your feet on his lap, massaging the ankles with his big veiny hands, your toes pushing against his blunt erection, and all the while speaking endlessly from this to that, just waiting for your defences to crumble and for the sun to break out like dawn on your lips.

Simon wouldn't say anything at first, trying to make a mental list of everything which he could've done wrong. He'll put outside his muddy boots freezing like a deer when you catch him doing so from the window, then onto clean the floor, he doesn't even pick at his acne and swallows his meds in front of you. Simon would constantly stare at you with wild-big eyes of a kicked puppy. He'd be so scared that he has fucked up bad that it would be cruel to let this silence linger on, it's not long until you clear your throat, shushing away the giggle at bottom because Simon is heating food on his own, to eat, pretty little baby. "Si, come ere' I want to kiss you, please?" and not even a moment later he's wagging his tail and hurrying to be loved by you.

Johnny is an idiot, but not for long. He tries to get you going for shopping, and nearly gets a heartattack when you shake your head and look away. Aquarium? No. Bookshop? No. Cafe? No. He's so fucked and has a standing in middle of the room with hand on waist moment. So he does what he does. He places things on top shelves and blinks as you parkour your way there, next is tightening the lids and comes the breaking of glass, ouch, after bargain comes desperation, so Johnny wears his most ridiculous tie and unbuttons his shirt to navel, then dances to love is strange until you have to give in and kiss him on the mouth in the middle of 'you're the one'. 

Kyle is one hell of a smartass, he's love guru for reason. He wastes no time putting over the pan and making you the most delicious curry you'll ever have. You love watching him cook and couldn’t help one sneak a peek, but mission fail because Kyle catches you looking and he makes a show with his hands peeling tomato skin, seductive and whore behaviour. Next nail comes down hard when the doorbell rings and you open the door to blooming red roses, and boxes of chocolates. "Oh, who send you that? Must be terribly in love with you," Kyle chuckles as you walk back in inside towards him. He only beams catching your blush behind the flowers. "Wow chocolates too, must be so whipped that guy-" "Shut up, I love you." you say softly, pressing roses on his ab, "Atleast wear apron you devil !"

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[poisonousivy616]

I Manifested My Dream Apartment FOR FREE In 3 Days!!! (Law of Assumption Success Story)

  ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ.       🐍🖤     ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ Backstory ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆

Hi babes!!!

A few months ago, I was literally homeless, no sugarcoating it. I was crashing at different people's places just to have somewhere to sleep. No stability. No peace. Constantly anxious. Constantly in survival mode. I was sick of it - of feeling like I had no control over my own life.

So one day, I made the decision. I'm done living like this. I deserve to feel safe, to have a home. And I'm not going to wait on the 3D to catch up. I decided I have my dream apartment already. I didn't know how. I didn't care how. I just knew it was done.

⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ Method ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆

The first thing I did was make a Pinterest board filled with dreamy apartment aesthetics. Think: floor-to ceiling windows, soft lightning, cozy corners, neutral tones, minimalist but luxurious vibes. I soaked in those images like it was already mine.

Then I tackled my self concept. Because let's be real: the world mirrors YOU.

I started robotically affirming the same core truths over and over:

༺♰༻I am a master at manifesting.

༺♰༻I'm GOD of my reality.

༺♰༻The world revolves around me.

༺♰༻I always get what I want exactly when I want it.

I also started listening to the "program your mind to think like GOD" affirmation tape by High Frequency Guru (literally obsessed with her. She is that girl) I played it every morning and night - when my subconscious was wide open.

I also let it loop in the background while I was cleaning, walking, scrolling, watching TV, passive, non-stop affirming like it was my job

Here's the twist tho:

I still felt delusional. I still felt like a fraud. My 3D said "you barely have a place to sleep"

But I didn't care.

I ignored the 3D. I reminded myself that my assumptions create my reality - not the other way around. I kept affirming. I refused to spiral. I refused to doubt. I made it law in my mind.

⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ Results ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆

3. Days. Later.

Within 72 hours, I was literally handed my dream apartment.

I'm not exaggerating. The EXACT apartment from my Pinterest board - same vibe, layout, same color scheme, fully furnished, even down to the little aesthetic decor touches I had on my vision board.

But wait! It gets better!!!!

I didn't have to pay anything.

Not for the move-in, not for the furniture, not for rent.

The rent is already paid for the ENTIRE year!!!

And it wasn't mommy or daddy's money. It wasn't even some long-lost rich relative. It came from a source I never even imagined.

Someone I didn't even know. Someone who just wanted to help.

The "how" didn't matter - it unfolded perfectly. And all I did was shift my mind.

⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ Final words ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆

If you're reading this - know that you can do this too.

You don't need to take physical action.

You don't need to stress over the how.

You don't need to be perfect or feel high vibe all the time.

You just need to do the one thing that actually matters:

༺♰༻Decide it's yours

༺♰༻Assume it's done

༺♰༻Persist in the new story, no matter what your 3D says

Your reality is your mirror: your thoughts are the script. Your mind is the only power. There's no one outside of you calling the shots.

You are God of your reality. The main character. The writer. The director. The producer.

And don't ever let this world make you forget that.

Love, Ivy 💚🖤

[mercifulstate]

⋆.˚ 𖥔˚ FUCK THIS SHIT, WANNA INDUCE THE VOID?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Listen up, you little drama queen. Wanna induce pure consciousness? Here’s the deal, you don’t need some cosmic, cryptic, mystic nonsense to figure that shit out. The void isn’t some mind-boggling, spiritual awakening you have to struggle with. It's simple. Too bad you’re making it way harder than it needs to be.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The void is simply just... You. That’s it. You’re over here drowning in your own thoughts, acting like figuring out your existence is some grand puzzle. Spoiler alert: it’s not. So stop acting like you need to crack the code, because you’re just stalling.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ So how exactly do you get there? It's easy as fuck. It's not even a separate state, cause it's literally you.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Step 1: Stop overthinking.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Yup, I said it. Stop fucking overthinking. You’re not some philosopher, you’re just a human with way too much going on in that brain of yours. Relax. If you’re stuck overthinking everything, guess what? You’re NOT gonna get there. So just quit it. For two seconds. Shut it down. Done.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Step 2: Let go.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ This is the part where you stop clutching onto stuff like it’s your last breath. The more you cling to the idea that you NEED to micromanage this entire shit, the more you’ll drive yourself into the ground. Let it go. Seriously. The moment you drop all that pressure, that’s when things fall into place. It’s not magic, it’s letting go.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Step 3: Assume it works.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Here’s the thing. Don’t sit there waiting for the universe to wave some cosmic wand at you. Just assume it’s already working. Tell yourself, “Yeah, I’m in control,” “I can manifest this,” or even, “I'm already in the void bitch." Don’t overthink it. You don’t need a guidebook, you just need to believe it’s happening. Don’t sit around waiting for signs. Just decide it’s happening, and it will. It’s that simple.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Why is it actually so easy?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Because you’re the one overcomplicating everything. Your brain is like a hamster on a wheel—always running, never getting anywhere. But when you just let it stop, guess what happens? You’re already there. Relax, stop being a control freak, and let it happen. The universe isn’t some game you have to figure out—it’s already giving you everything you want. You just need to stop being so dense and let it in.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Now, here’s the real talk bitch.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Cut the crap. You don’t need some cosmic epiphany to make things happen. You don’t need a ritual. You don’t need a guru. You just need to stop acting like everything has to be so damn hard. Just stop. Stop overthinking, stop stressing, and start living like you actually know what you’re doing. The more you try to control everything, the more you’ll screw it up. It’s not a mystery. You’re overcomplicating the simplest thing in the world.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ So, get with the program. The void’s been waiting for you. Don’t act like you’re too busy for it, ‘cause you’re not. You’ve got everything you need, but you’re the one stopping yourself. Knock it off, chill out, and let it come to you.

[rose-maidenn]

Easy remedies for each planet 💕

Sun : literally stand in the sun , wear gold, talk to your dad nicely , don't people please , bathe with sun water , take your own decisions .

Moon : regulate your emotions by talking about it , look at the moon ,drink moon water , talk to the moon

Mercury : study , wear green eat green things, take care of your skin , talk and play with young boys and spend time with them

Venus : focus on living life aesthetically, romanticise each activity, make each thing a luxury an experience, groom yourself, incline to creativity and spend time with young girls talk to them and their dolls

Jupiter : Respect your gurus , meditate , pray , wear yellow , have confidence and focus on what you want

Saturn: think you own nothing and nothing owns you , live as simply as you can , respect everyone , eat simple dress simple work hard on what you want .

Mars : go hit the gym , do some physical activity, listen to your body and its needs , wear red , fast on Tuesday , just walk keep walking