in these heavenly ✧W✧E✧L✧C✧O✧M✧E✧ flames… ALL’INFERNO 𓃶
Hi, I go by Lux on shifting accounts. I made another Tumblr account just for shiftblr so I could follow/like from this blog & not from my main. From TX, USA 🤠⭐️ I’m a man in this reality; in some DRs I’m not. DR Typology
Feel free to DM or send asks (good faith only). Same user on shifttwt/shifttok (almost never go on there)/shiftsta (predominantly active on there). On my shiftsta I have lots of posts abt my DRs that go way more in-depth than my carrd or stuff on here does. Trying to post more on here.
…i have already scorched in…
Carrd ٠ Info, DNF, list of DRs & SOs
Main DRs ٠ Short descriptions
DRs Masterlist ٠ Inclu. hyperlinks to posts
my TOP, most important, FAV bf EVER & 4EVER out of all my s/os is STEVEN HYDE. several other s/os ive felt similar abt in the past but he’s all i care abt rn ever. in general in life. it rly is that srs. jsyk. tag: ⛓️🥰
an experienced mutual shifter posted on tiktok on 2025 that she had been to her bts dr again; i think she's living in 2027/28 there already.
the crazy thing is that she mentioned that spain had won the cup that year + it was against argentina, and now, a year later in this reality, its actually happened here too - literally predicted the contestants and the winner.
and yet, some ppl say shifting isnt real.
her user is @reynashift in case you want to see yourself!
Hello, I am a chronic overthinker. When you say just "decide" what you want to manifest/shift, what exactly do you mean? There's been nights where right before bed I said "I'm waking up in my DR tomorrow" and nothing happened. I feel like I am doing something wrong.
By deciding I mean shifting your awareness through your thoughts. Your thoughts manifest, at the end, so select what you want to have in your reality. In fact, you aren't a chronic overthinker anymore when you just say so now. Or perhaps decide that overthinking makes your life more perfect. Why shouldn't it?
It did happen, too. But if you're assuming, you do it wrong and fail, then yes, you do it wrong and you fail. Not because you can manifest wrong, that's not possible, but because you manifest what is not your desire. You manifested it not being your reality
'Nothing happened' because you allowed it to. When in reality, you woke up and were still very capable of thinking "wow, I'm im my DR" and hence being in your DR.
It's as easy as deciding for yourself right now that 1. You can do no wrong and 2. You are always successful, because right now you are just speaking your failure into existence for no reason whatsoever
You have never struggled with shifting. Your ego has.
when you are finally staying consistent with shifting and allowing it to show itself to you…
when you feel that you’ve finally got it…
do not change your focus to “failure” ❌
remember that you are the creator of this reality!!! all paths are available to you. and you can accidentally use your brilliant creation against yourself out of fear and identification with the self.
and you won’t even realise that you’re doing it.
shifting to your desired reality is an incredibly NATURAL thing. but to the ego that doesn’t remember anything but its version of reality, it feels like it’s dying when you very closely entertain the idea of “leaving”.
so what it does is try its best to convince you to redirect your attention to anything that makes you feel like the OR is something so heavy and insistent that you can’t get it off you. all so that you very quickly forget who you really are and what you’re capable of experiencing and go back into the limited OR self. BUT PLEASE
do not give into ego. ❌
it has a HUGE fear of the unknown. but here’s the secret… the only thing you can find in the unknown is more of YOU! the real you. you as awareness can change the focus point to anywhere in ‘All That Is’ because ‘All That Is’ is YOU.
i could say getting past this is the last hurdle but i don’t want you picturing some heavy difficult wall in your head. if anything, the wall is made of paper. this ‘final boss’ is basically Mushu when he faked that large shadow to try and trick Mulan into thinking he was a great big dragon. it’s a trick and not a very good one if you’re aware of it.
i’ve said here that you have to stop giving your mind the wheel. i’ve explained here who you really are. and in this post, i’m trying to explain to you that when you apply this stuff… when you actually manage to surrender and allow even for just a moment … someone will panic.
• someone will start showing you things in your OR to make you believe you need to stay and fix something.
• someone will tell you that you should give up in the middle of your attempt because it’s “not working” or “nothing is happening” or “i can still feel the OR”
• someone will tell you to tell you to do more research or try new methods or script more.
• someone will try to make sure you get on whatever app keeps you scrolling and scrolling without end. (i’m looking at you tumblr, pinterest, tiktok etc)
• someone will tell you you’re doing something wrong, it’s not working and you’re stuck here because you don’t remember ever being able to ‘leave’.
all of this conveniently screams OR OR OR. so who must it be vowing for your attention?
is the someone you? no. it’s ego. but it’s not YOU.
so how you do make it stop? how do you make it go away? how do you kill ego? you don’t.
you can’t force it away. the ‘threat’ isn’t real anyway. that’s the point. if you push something away… where are you pushing it away to? there’s no “out there”. there’s only now. so all you’re doing is creating resistance which just puts even more focus on it. You’re feeding it and making sure it survives longer than it needs to.
so treat it with indifference. treat it with complete and utter acceptance. it doesn’t have any effect if you don’t give it the power, i promise. but don’t villainise it because it’s doing it’s job. treat it with a love that says “yes, i accept you but i am not you”. but you don’t actually have to say the words, just ignore it because it’s just not you.
don’t misunderstand, i’m not telling you you’re doing anything wrong. make all those posts about missing your s/o or how much you hate your OR, that’s totally fine! just as long as u know at the end of the day or at least when you are with the intention to shift, that it isn’t the real you missing or hating anything. you’re already on the path of success, why would you?
and despite the fact that i said you’re the creator of your reality, none of what you’re perceiving is newly created. Awareness is not shocked by anything that’s happening. the Ego Self might be, but pure awareness never is. who you truly are has seen this all before. it exists within you. always has.
and same with your DR. it is familiar to you. beyond memory, beyond feeling. like a hidden room in the house, it belongs to you. you are familiar to all that is within all that is because again… that’s you. this is a homecoming, not an invasion. the only reason you don’t make yourself aware of everything is because you have chosen to experience yourself as a master of limitation. now limit yourself to your DR!
anything that says that’s hard is not you. anyone who’s struggling is not you. YOU have never struggled with shifting to your DR, not once!
• struggling with shifting? not you.
• struggling with focusing? not you.
• feeling doubt? not you.
• desperate to leave the OR? that’s fine, but it’s not you.
• aware of the OR body and surroundings? as soon as you have that intention to shift, that’s not you.
- so if the ego is attacking? who cares? is it your problem when you’re already your dr self in your dr? no. good thing you’re not in your OR or identifying with OR ego anyway 👀. so it’s simply not your problem even if you are aware of it. it’s so much not your problem that you don’t have to judge it or make it go away, it doesn’t matter if this old you complains. if it goes “i’ve been trying so hard for years blablabla” literally pay it no mind bcs it’s not you that’s been struggling for years. and the OR ego will never make it into your DR anyway so that bitch can keep crying, okay?
- and once you totally accept this, there’s a stillness. because there won’t seem to be much left. and that’s perfect. that’s when you do your meditations and your methods (if you do that) to make sure the mind stays relaxed and out of your business enough for you to concentrate on being the observer and making your intention.
- you can then truly tap into that channel which is your DR. bcs you’ll find that knowing that there is no seperation. that you’re already in your DR but you just have to acknowledge it. not through intense conscious effort but by being open and empty enough to receive it. and when you finally notice it, don’t expect a big bang because it’ll arrive so quietly as if it was always here, because it has been.
You guys have every reason to feel completely confident in your journey. You have complete freedom! The real self i keep talking about? whether you call it god, source, infinite intelligence, consciousness, eye of the storm, all that is, higher self, higher mind etc. this is its game. so when you lie down to shift, who is really making that happen for you to observe. source or ego? of course it’s source. so what could possibly make you ‘fail’ if you’ve already been guided to this point? it’s your choice of focus. do you focus on the fact that source already decided you succeeded or the mind that wants to keep casting light on a “struggler”? your choice as the observer reflects what shows up for you to observe next. that’s it, all is true to you 🦋
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i know non dual concepts can be intimidating to apply with shifting. but i don’t intend to force you guys to operate on feeling yourself as pure awareness all the time. most of you aren’t in search of enlightenment which is fine - awakening is something you can’t unsee anyway so it’ll always be there for you to notice again when you need that rest from ego/self.
so feel free to temporarily zoom out so you can zoom back in again but this time when you’re diving into all that life ego drama, you’ll be doing it happily in your DR :]
You when ego tries it: 🥱
i wrote this a little sleep deprived so i hope it makes sense 🙏🏽
Kathhh!! how do u come up with such pretty names?!
You mean for my drs? Well, simple answer: hours of searching on baby/last name websites with searches like “unique female/last names” or “unused female/last names” or really anything that fits the vibe of the dr like for my stranger things dr I wanted a vintage, exotic, flower child name and got Topanga! Sometimes I even make up my own names. I also take into account what flows together and what names sound more melodic when put together. For example, my name in my fame dr: Priscylla (alternate spelling) Cerisette (pronounced ker-ih-set) Kerosene just sounded exotic and grand to me. Cerisette I actually got from the name Cerys, which is what I had for my middle name at first, but I wanted it to sound, I don't know, more extravagant, so I added to it! my nickname in my fame dr is cerise/cereja (cherry in French and Portuguese). So another thing you could do is take from a name you already like and search up more unknown/extravagant/ancient versions of the name… OR JUST CREATE YOUR OWN!! Something else that helped is getting ideas from your favourite book/singer/piece of art??? I’ve gotten many ideas from Lana Del Rey. Topanga is one of her cat’s names, and I really love the lyric she has in cinnamon girl “kerosene in my hands you make me mad, on fire again” and that’s how I got kerosene!
are the only intelligent life on planet Zorbbee. They are technologically ahead of humans by ~100 years, but postulate they have around the same level of innate intelligence. They’ve been observing humans more rigorously since the 1990s and ~2019 are finalizing their plans for a diplomacy trip to Earth to officially introduce themselves to humanity (with only curiosity and whimsy in their hearts). As a species they are generally scientifically curious, empathetic and carefree; not historically prone to paranoia or propaganda. As a nonjudgmental and optimistic people, they see the good in humans and are interested in connecting with them for the sake of sharing their lives and cultures.
____In 2010, Zorbbee began allowing the public to browse Earth’s internet (without the ability to interact). Some Zeebzorbs especially love to do this to learn all they can about humanity.
____Zeebzorbs have a very similar psychological and emotional profile to humans, including even microexpressions. This is amplified in many younger Zeebzorbs who watch lots of human media and subconsciously pick up on human facial expressions.
____Zeebzorb biology has a notable amount of similarity with humans’, like general body shape and vocal cord structure. They do not fit within Earth’s mammal description but are warm-blooded and birth live young. Their eyes are huge with black sclera and irises that range from indigo to magenta. Their skin tones range from cyan to chartreuse. They are hairless but have villi along their body for temperature regulation and sensing. They have 0-4 (usually 2) flagella on the top of their head which have different shapes at the tips.
____Zeebzorbs are hermaphroditic and thus have no gender or sexuality (save preferences for physical characteristics). They postulate their distant ancestors could impregnate themselves but were pushed toward reproducing with partners for genetic diversity. Nowadays it’s possible but rare it takes, and in the rarer occasion it survives to birth, a resulting infant usually has deleterious mutations of varying degrees.
____Zeebzorbs age at about the same rate as humans and are similar in height, but tend to be leaner or gangly. Their bodies overall are more squishy, rubbery and resilient than humans. They are herbivores but have sharp and conical teeth; plants on Zorbbee are tough & meaty in texture while animals are rubbery & chewy.
Zorbbee is a terrestrial planet in the solar system and the smallest that is not a dwarf. It lies between Mars and Jupiter and is home to thriving flora, fauna, intelligent life and flowing water as well as ice & glaciers. Its temperature ranges from approx. -40°F to 40°F on average, but specific temperature depends on the season and location being observed. Despite its natural cold climate relative to Earth, Zorbbee houses a mysteriously hot core under its crust, making the planet habitable.
Humans have known about Zorbbee’s existence for a disproportionately short amount of time, owing to its small size and tendency to not appear from Earth, remaining “hidden” behind other planets most of the time. In the age of satellites the planet’s contents remain elusive as its atmosphere and swirling thick, dark clouds tend to shroud what lies beneath. The Sun and moon are still visible to Zorbbeeans often enough through holes in the clouds. From the tiny peaks through the atmosphere humans have gotten, they strongly suspect life on the planet starting in 2017.
ㅤㅤㅤ old best – friends to one – sided enemies. cocky && arrogant x annoyed . trikey variant . two middle – aged women . shared history . silver && gold . ol' gambling partners . ' you missed me , really . ' ' the hell i did ! ' aro / unlabeled 4 bi . brunette x blonde . powerful woman x the only one who can disrespect her ( and get away with it ) .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmarch 17th , 1887.
from the outside where maria stood, the bar smelt faintly of cigar ashes, && some sort've fancy liquor. brandy, perhaps? there was nothing but the almost–black sky & faint orange lightning surrounding the place, aswell as a couple've benches that had no true significance, as they we're no different than the ones that we're already scattered around the city itself. there was also the quiet, yet unmistakable, sound of a train off in the distance, aswell as the sound of laughter and talking below her feet. it had only been a few years since maria had left her home down south; though, before this, she had never truly left, having stayed in her state, she simply just drifted from one relatives house to another, saving up just enough cash to get out of there comfortably. admittedly, she wasn't too proud of the strategy, but now — it had all paid off. the young lady had finally found herself up east, right in the northern heart of the bustling city of new york. now, it was a little scary, of course, more–so intimidating, but maria knew it's what she had to do. the last thing she wanted was to stay in that home, with that mother of hers, hell — that city, that state, for the rest of her life. maria was found standing outside of an underground bar, likely filled with either drunken bastards, or better yet, possibly important, powerful, individuals. she saw a couple of cops nearby, perhaps corrupt ones? bribed for a nice sum of cash to stand guard, && lie for whomever may be present in that basement? which — i suppose, wouldn't just be for some drunkards, huh?
she ain't too sure why she's sticking around this bar, just standing outside the place like she's guarding it herself, so she decides to make her position a little less awkward, and light herself a cigarette. although, she notices how the air is getting colder && colder, now having the ability to see both the smoke, and her breath fogging up the air in front of her, and finally considers just heading home — well, not home, exactly, but the little room she's renting at the hotel right across the street. what she doesn't notice, however, is how unbelievably lost in thought she is, until she feels a firm shake on her left shoulder; immediately, she turns around, instinctively reaching for a pistol that ... wasn't there? she looks at the woman who's now in front of her, seeing her instantly raise her hands, one of them holding the almost laughably small pistol in it. the lady had dark brown, just above the shoulder – length curls, && was seen wearing an overcoat, && a long skirt, the dim color(s) indistinguishable in the relativley dark setting. it made sense to why she was dressed in vaguely winter attire, considering it is still rather cold around this time in the city, and still technically winter, after all; though, it is much colder than it was back in maria's home state. despite that, she most certainly wasn't complaining. the lady backed away slightly, claiming to not mean any harm, && just had came tell her she saw the pistol shining off the ground, right near maria, and simply came to ask if it was her's, since she was just about the only person sticking around outside of here, other than the cops, of course. relieved, maria let out a huffed – laugh, clearly a bit embarrassed, and smiled, thanking the woman kindly, somehow not making it awkward, and began to explain how she had just moved here from down south, and was still a bit skittish, && unfamiliar with the place. the lady handed her the pistol, and laughed it off herself, and just like that — the two ladies seemed to hit it off right off the bat, maria introducing herself, && beginning to converse a bit, sitting on the bench just right outside of the bar, before the woman led her inside, claiming she 'knew the place, and was headed there before we spoke'. as they went in, the lady then kindly introduced herself as ms. mary kurtis.
that little casino – bar they met outside of would then become the same place that maria stewerts && ms. kurtis would spend many of their evenings. in private, mary would show her the ropes, the little tricks and cheats at poker && blackjack, to guarantee, or atleast encourage a nice, hearty win. although, it did take maria a little while to catch on. now of course, maria had played cards && poker for just about her whole life, whether it be w/ her family, or old friends back home, but despite all of this, she still found herself a bit uncertain in her abilities, usually just watching ms. kurtis, && the other players from the bar. she grossly envied the individuals around her, seeing their gold, && diamonds, and status, and visible wealth, aswell as the confidence that oozed from the men and women around her, no matter if they're at the tables, or the bars. after the life that she's had, there was nothing in the world she wanted more than to be just like them. she wanted the money, along with the generous amount of skill they clearly had. she watched, and watched, and watched — until she was finally ready to play against them. she had a little chunk of cash that she still had leftover from moving here, at first, her plan was to just keep renting that hotel room, && finding herself a job and saving up until she had enough to get a little place of her own, but ms. kurtis kindly let her stay with her instead, and with a little encouragement, she decided to finally gamble it off, having nothing to lose; 'cept for about 15 dollars, of course.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤjune 14th , 1892.
a little over 5 years later, and maria has found herself in a much different, & much better position than she was back then. mary && her had moved around the country a couple've times now, usually following wherever is hot, & bustling in the gambling scene. they had gone from new york, to chicago, even back down into the southside, which didn't last too very long, after maria had a run–in with an old family member. and now, they had finally found themselves out west. maria has a small reputation now, known for her slightly cocky — but charming, concealed nature, her observance, her genuine love for the game, and of course, her hard–earned skill. mary, on the other hand, was truly starting to consider settling down. a couple've months after moving out west, she had found herself a man that she planned on marrying. her being 31, and maria almost being 30, she almost felt that it was time they both went ahead and settled down a bit. besides, she had been in the business years longer than maria had. now, maria on the other hand, couldn't disagree more. she felt more like she was just getting started, going out every night, like it was nothing. she didn't nessacarily mind mary wanting a different life, but she knew that if she was really gonna go through with this, && get married, and hell — maybe even have kids of her own, she knew she couldn't just stay with them. even if mary said she wouldn't mind it, she knew that nobody would take kindly to that. after all, mary's 'soon–to–be' husband didnt like her all that much anyway, and the feeling certainly was mutual. the night of their wedding, maria said her congrats, && goodbyes, and finally decided to go ahead, && go off on her own. her and mary kept in contact as much as they could, until they slowly drifted apart, due to their now, much different lifestyles; && mary with her husband.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmarch 14th , 1899.
it's almost the 12–year anniversary since maria first got into the gambling business, and ever since she's been on her own, without mary, she's been a whole different type of woman. cocky, arrogant, grandiose, but still charming enough to not be seen as downright evil — right? wrong. by quite a few, she is seen as just that, thanks to the things she call her 'charisma && charm' alone. however, she has made quite a name for herself in the gambling scene, just like she'd always wanted, having been in it for over a decade now. nowadays, she's seen in not very impressive outfits, though, when you take a closer look, you can see shes decorated in lots of gold, having atleast two gold teeth, customized golden guns && knives that costed god knows what, && even golden spurs. it doesn't take a genius to know what type of woman she is off the bat; 'charismatic', conceited, && unbelievably full of herself. after all these years, maria has finally embraced the gambling sharp lifestyle, finding herself time && time again, participating in the same debauchery with the same sort of people she envied all those years ago. though, these days, despite what some folks may say, she doesn't go as often as you'd think, typically going to the parlor only when she needs money rather than every single night, probably just so they can't say she's greedy, huh? well, if theres one thing maria knows, it's that they're gonna say that anyway; they've got the right to. one day, around 5 pm, she had just gotten off her new job down at the doctor's office; just a little day job, she only got it cause she didn't wanna seem too suspicious, after that little run–in with the law she had, not too long ago. after all, she hasn't been in this town, valentine, for too long, and she most certainly doesn't wanna tarnish her reputation, just yet. as she walked into the parlor, maria saw a face she'd never thought she'd see again. 'mary goddamn kurtis'. she looked different, older, they both did. her once shoulder–length hair now cut short. the two women are both well into their thirties now, && it had been atleast 7 years since she last even saw that face, but she could recognize it in less than a heartbeat. though, the look on mary's face was that all but happy to see her, wearing a visible scowl, while maria on the other hand was grinning ear–to–ear, like a damn fool. still unknowing, albeit unquestioning, to how mary even found her here, or got away from that nagging, do–gooder husband of her's for half a minute, mary walks up to maria, grabbing her by the sleeve of her white button–up blouse, and dragging her out of the parlor silently.
once they're out of the parlor, mary drags maria to the back of the building, and before maria could even begin to ask her how the hell she even found her here, mary swiftly pulled out a small pocket knife and held it to her throat, holding her against the cold, hard brick wall. genuinley surprised, maria's eyes widen a bit, though her smile doesn't falter, only growing. mary begins to ask her one simple question, " what the hell have you been gettin' yourself into for the past 7 years, maria stewerts? " maria stutters for a moment, a small huff leaving her lips, but she then begins to mutter, " ain't been doin' nothin' different from when we we're back in the city, mary. " mary's hold on the knife grows stronger, pressing it slightly deeper into her neck. " bullshit! i've heard all about what you've been doin', you no–good, arrogant son of a bitch. " mary has more than a right to be angry, maria truly has been nothing more than a self – admitted criminal degenerate for the past 7 years. after a little more back–and–forth, defiance, && petty arguing, mary pulls the knife away, slipping it back into her pocket with a sigh, though the hatred–filled look in her eyes stayed on the blonde–haired woman. relieved, and honestly a bit entertained, maria laughs, and begins to say, " well, i see you've finally gotten a lil' edge to ya', mary! "
authors note : I love my mean ass wife 😇😇 also if y'all wanna know any more ab these two send me some asks !! i loved making this
one thing im chaging about the general culture in my dr is that united states, europe, japan and south korea arent like The countries that export media, and thus idealized over other countries, but instead media from every country can be recognized and it mostly depends on each person's interest of external media (music, films, literature, etc) rather than only these being more popular, maybe im being biased and its only in my experience that theyre more popular, but anyway, its by embracing their own culture, having fun and being creative in their own unique ways and not necessarily catering to the rest of the world
i baaadly want to act in an indie film but specifically one that becomes a cult classic even outside of my country but isn't really inmensely famous or mainstream, and because acting is not like the main thing of my life there it makes no sense that i would travel to be in another country just for that, i dont want to
i subconsciously script the same thing for all my earth-based drs
the fact that award shows like the grammys, the bbmas, the oscars, etc, are considered to be the sole pinnacle of international sucess in this reality is something that i especially don't like. so i only shift to drs where that's not the case / where media that is dubbed in english doesn't get priority over media that's dubbed in other langauges
that literally force and corner my brain into accepting my desires are inevitable to play out in the 3d.
the only reason i feel doubt, anxiety, twisting suffocating feeling in my chest is because my brain senses the 3d shifting. obviously it might happen right after affirming/deciding on something, because the 3d shifts instantly. and i also decided my 3d fully conforms within 3 hours, so that's on par.
whatever i'm visualizing, daydreaming, creating scenarios about is an inevitable preview of what is about to happen in the 3d. (does not apply to intrusive ones, of course)
not wanting something is more than enough for me to not experience it. wanting something is more than enough for me to indeed experience it
i don't give two shits how i feel or what i think, if i want it, i'm getting it. let me repeat that: I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS HOW I FEEL OR WHAT I THINK, IF I WANT IT I'M GETTING IT, BECAUSE IT IS ALREADY MINE AND ALREADY BELONGS TO ME.
no matter how "impossible" it is, no matter how "silly" it seems, if i desire to experience it i am fucking experiencing it no matter what.
plan b does not exist. there is only one reality, one destination, one sole outcome. and that is the one i decided on.
i don't need more posts. i don't need more videos. i don't need more information. if i want it, IT IS HAPPENING PERIOD.
no matter what i see, no matter what i hear, no matter what i think, no matter how i feel, no matter who else wants it, i'm always getting exactly what i want, because it already belongs to me, there is no competition i am the sole queen of my reality, not anyone or anything else.
again, I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT. I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK. I DO NOT GIVE ONE SINGLE FLYING FUCK. I DO NOT GIVE A RAT'S ASS HOW "UNREALISTIC" IT SEEMS. IF I WANT IT, I AM GETTING IT. I AM EXPERIENCING IT. BECAUSE I SAID SO. ego, go take a fucking nap bitch.
signed, juliette ferrars of sector 45 / the mother of realities.
Priscylla Cerisette Kerosene’s street style! ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚
The streets of Mesa Calida, Priscylla’s small hometown, are often graced by her eccentric sense of style and vibrant personality. Paparazzi frequently capture her wandering through town with a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand, an ancient astrology book tucked beneath her arm, a drink in one hand while listening to music through her wired EarPods, going for a run in a sports bra, shorts, and heels, or devouring a francesinha from her favorite local restaurant. No matter what she’s doing, her effortless presence and distinctive fashion make her instantly recognizable.
With her colorful, whimsical style and blithe yet intimidating presence, Priscylla looks as though she were pulled from the pages of every flower child with a rock-and-roll soul’s favorite magazine. Her everyday style mirrors the same eclectic, expressive spirit found in her filmmaking and music ─ blending dreamy nostalgia, symbolism, and bold individuality into something unmistakably her own.
If you cling to your rules so desperately, at least stick to good ones
I can't manifest because I did x ; today is x so it makes things harder ; this is actually too unrealistic ; I tried this once and failed ; scientifically speaking, x doesn't work
You do know, that you can change that, right? From now on, any day is the day boosting your power, every breath makes you more beautiful and ice cream increases your confidence 10x
Because you can decide so. When you genuinely can not let go of your framework, then force it to adapt
Rules that'd make your life kind of easier
"Resistance" makes my desires go crazy for me
Doubts boost my self concept
Wavering reinforces my desire
Obsessing makes everything go in my favour
Drinking water makes me happier
Breathing brings me luck
Sleeping loops my affirmations
It's the law of assumption for a reason, might as well assume the neat stuff
