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I know I said I’d always share my thoughts unedited and that’s what I’m doing now. However I want to confess that I had this idea of the anatomy of obsession, I actually wrote it down what it looks like using a simple story… I can’t share it yet. And since I don’t want to
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The worst kind of people to be around are insecure people. They are energy deleters. They’ll deplete your energy just by being around you . Nothing ever seems to be enough for them. They’re suspicious of everyone and everything. They’re always anxious. They complain all the time. For some reason everything is wrong with the
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Anything worth doing is worth doing well I used to wonder why growing up my mum would frown at how we make our beds or mop the floors or wash the dishes especially when we didn’t do it to her satisfaction. I thought she was a perfection freak, but now I realized she was inculcating
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Desire is only holy when it feels like sin. I’m gonna let you marinate on that. It means…you’ll only be able to know what you really want when you block out the noise. You’re not considering what people would approve of, accept or validate before you move how you actually want to move. What’s left
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You don’t know me I’m starting a 30 day challenge with myself. I want to write every day for the next 30 days without editing my thoughts or hiding behind comfort. I want to share what’s inside my head and heart without toning down any part of it. You can stick around and witness me
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“You’re delusional if you think that wine was worth the hype.” Your voice is silk over steel. “Overripe tannins. No balance.” His glass halts mid-air. A slow blink. Then, a smirk—dangerous, lazy. “And yet, it outsold yours.” You step closer, heels clicking against marble. “Popularity doesn’t mean quality, CEO.” He chuckles, low, rich. “And yet,
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You want me to be soft. To be safe. To love you in a way that never unsettles you, never shakes you, never makes you wonder if I could ever walk away. But here’s the truth— I’ll always be a little dangerous. Even when I love you. A Woman Like Me Does Not Love Like
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