Anti Quote: Hey, take it easy. Don’t rush. You’ve got time. No need to push yourself.” …Thanks for your loyalty.You made my job easy. — Life (with the Devil cc’d) All those days you “took it slow”?All those dreams you delayed “until the timing was right”?All that healing you weaponized to avoid becoming who you […]
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Fuckism: Life’s slap doesn’t always come dressed in tragedy—sometimes it shows up as heartbreak, herpes, or a stubbed-ass toe. Either way, it’s a wake-up call, not a curse. You think the universe is punishing you?Nah, motherfucker—it’s ringing the bell.And it’ll use whatever it has to: That’s not pain. That’s a prompt.A rude-ass, no-warning “get your
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Fuckism: Not everyone speaks the same language—some need a whisper, some need a thank you, and some need a fucking black eye made of words. You want to communicate?Learn the terrain.Because not everyone responds to soft talk and polite tone. Some people?You speak gently—they listen.Others?You gotta gut-punch them with facts just to get their brain
Fuckism: The pain of pushing through is temporary. The regret of quitting? That shit haunts. Pick your suffering—one builds, the other buries. Quitting feels good for five minutes.Relief. Escape. Silence.But then the silence gets louder.And what you could’ve been starts whispering like a ghost you can’t block. Quitting don’t hurt now—it hurts later.And it doesn’t
Fuckism: Death Ain’t the End—It’s the Beginning, Bitch Death isn’t the end.It’s the f*cking door.The death of your fat-ass comfort zone.The death of your self-loathing inner monologue.The death of the weak, petty, ego-driven version of you that’s been holding you hostage. Real change?It’s a murder scene.You don’t evolve—you kill what no longer serves. Hand yourself
Click Click Boom 101: The Cake, The Hit, The Slide Click: You said yes to the cake. No big deal—just one bite.Click: Then came the joint—just to chill.Boom: Now you’re fat, foggy, and stuck in the dopamine dungeon wondering where your discipline went. Reload: You didn’t ruin your life—you just cracked the door.Close it. Tighten
Scar Math: 20+ years of shitty habits × Expecting a fix in 3 damn days + Money wasted on shortcuts = A lifetime of disappointment in your own fucked-up life You spent decades building a cycle of crap.Then you think a quick fix or cheap hack will turn the tide?That’s not improvement—that’s just fueling the
Anti-Quote: Feeling sad? Drown it in booze. Angry? Snap at someone who loves you. Work got hard? Lie, cheat, and steal your way out.Nothing like cruising through life with a fucked-up haze smeared across your soul. Why fix it when you can numb it, right?Why grow when you can ruin every relationship you touch?Why face
Fuckism: You didn’t get fat from one cake, broken from one thought, or addicted from one hit.It took commitment to fuck yourself up—so guess what? It’ll take commitment to fix it You want to blame the one moment?The one bite?The one bad day? Nah, motherfucker. That was just the spark.The fire came from all the
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Anti-Quote: Why grow when you can just blame everyone else and die exactly as soft as you started? Self-awareness is hard.Responsibility is heavy.But victimhood?Oh, that shit is light, easy, and comes with a built-in fan club. Don’t fix your patterns—just post about your trauma.Don’t own your habits—just call them “coping.”And don’t dare take action—someone might
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