Fuckism: You can’t heal in the same mindset that made you sick.So stop lighting candles in the cage—and burn the whole fucking thing down You want growth?But you’re still thinking the same, moving the same, surrounding yourself with the same soft bullshit that broke you. You can’t evolve in comfort.You can’t ascend in denial.And you […]
Fuckism: If life was easy, every asshole would be on top—thank God it’s hard, ‘cause it filters out the weak, the lazy, and the loud. Everyone wants the crown, but no one wants the weight.You think struggle is unfair?Struggle is the filter. It keeps the tourists out.It separates the talkers from the builders.The wannabes from
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Fuckism: Fuck you, ‘Later.’ You sweet-talking liar—you’re the reason I’m still stuck today. “Later” sounds productive.Sounds polite.Sounds like strategy.But it’s not.It’s a soft little assassin with your voice, keeping you comfortable, compliant, and chronically behind. “Later” is how you lied to yourself just enough to feel smart while doing nothing.It’s the voice that let you
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Fuckism: If love was a blowjob, would you tonsil-massage every dick that knocked on your lips?No? Then get off your knees and learn to be fucking selective. Stop confusing kindness with submission.Not everyone deserves your love.Not every soul that shows up deserves your energy, your time, your softness. You keep offering sacred space to toxic
Fuckism: Being nice to everyone makes you lunch to someone. Love ain’t holy if you hand it out blind—adjust or get bit. You wanna be kind? Cool.But kindness without awareness is just bait.Keep treating snakes like puppies and don’t act shocked when you’re bleeding. Not everyone deserves your softness.Not everyone moves with clean hands.Some people
Fuckism: You can live safe on your knees or die loud on your feet—either way, the clock’s ticking. Question is: do you leave with scars… or a leash? Most people ain’t living—they’re complying.Bent over by fear, playing small, nodding yes to shit that poisons them just so they don’t rock the boat.Smiling through misery.Tolerating mediocrity.Existing
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Fuckism: Look left. Look right. If all you see is sheep, stop calling yourself a wolf—you’re just the loudest lamb in the flock Everybody loves that lone wolf fantasy.Alpha this, savage that.But they’re still rolling in circles full of people who play small, think safe, and run scared. You’re not a wolf if your whole
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Fuckism: Pretty don’t mean pure. You can wrap poison in silk and still die from the sip. They look good.They speak smooth.They post quotes and light candles and talk about growth… But inside?Rot. Ego. Emptiness dressed in elegance. Beauty on the outside gets attention.Beauty on the inside gets tested.And most people ain’t ready to pass
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Fuckism: One honest cut from someone who loves you will hurt more than a hundred fake compliments from people who don’t. Don’t confuse pain with poison—or praise with purpose. Your mom says something that stings.Your dad drops a comment that guts you.They’re not trying to destroy you—they’re trying to shape you.And sometimes that love doesn’t
Fuckism: If your drive starts with ‘fuck bitches, get money,’ you’re not motivated—you’re malfunctioning That ain’t purpose. That’s pain dressed in ego.You’re not building—you’re just compensating.You chase cash, ass, and status like they’re medicine, but all they do is keep your wounds polished and your emptiness fed. That ain’t ambition.That’s emotional rot with a flex
