I’m officially at the age I don’t wanna be around people who aren’t self aware.
continuously putting themselves in bad positions, making bad life choices, toxic ways/lifestyles, no priorities lacking accountability etc.

No one sees you getting up early.
No one sees the parties you missed.
No one sees you working late.
No one sees how many times you failed.
No one sees how hard you train.
No one sees how hard you study.
But when it works out they say it’s luck.

I don’t like posting myself nomo 😂 a lil story that expires in 24 hrs is all I got

“I JUST DON’T WANT THAT FOR MYSELF ANYMORE” is a valid enough reason to stop fw anything .

Wanting something serious but adding nothing is crazy.

in my building better habits era

Time is not an apology, btw.

of all the real problems in this country...

second chances aren’t a prerequisite after an apology, forgiveness isn’t always the matchstick needed to rekindle an old flame, access to you isn’t a paid subscription, sometimes your boundaries and the love you have for yourself are more important than their changed behavior.

Y’all know that feeling when it’s just time for new everything

“I just don’t want that for myself anymore” is a valid reason to stop anything.

I’m about to start telling people “as long as that makes sense to you” when they say shit that don’t make sense to me.

This is so 🥹🥹🥹🥹 Rihanna

The only thing that I consider to be a real lost for me is a lost of a life. Outside of that, there are no real losses in life. When a thing phases out in your life, you’re simply making space for something else 🤷‍♀️

I finally lost my emotional attachment to everybody so I’ve just been dealing with them however they deal with me nothing more nothing less.

No forcing, let shit play out >

My pastor said don’t be mad at nobody, it HAD to happen that way. Forgive + keep it moving. And that’s exactly why I try to release + let go. Very necessary in order for me to get to where I need to be.

You really could wake up one day & decide to change everything & I love that part about life the most. Choice or I guess the illusion of choosing when in reality it was always there.