Fuckism: Mouth full of big words, brain full of static. Congrats, you’re a polished parrot There’s always that one loud motherfucker in the room.The self-declared genius.The guy who can’t shut up—spitting buzzwords like he’s the guru of the hour. God forbid he’s not heard.He’ll drown the silence in nonsense just to prove he exists.But when […]
Fuckism: Today’s caviar is tomorrow’s shit. Don’t get high off your own success—you still gotta flush. What’s considered elite today? It’s just tomorrow’s leftovers.That top-shelf caviar? Prime luxury—until it’s digested and flushed.That new car? Today’s flex—tomorrow’s trade-in with peeling leather and an outdated screen. Everything fades.The car. The career. The clout. Even your skills—if you
Fuckism: A problem ain’t always the problem—your weak-ass view of it might be The thing you’re freaking out about?That deadline. That breakup. That missed opportunity. That “I’m not good enough” whisper in your head?Yeah—those might feel heavy, but the weight ain’t always real. It’s not always what’s happening—it’s how the hell you’re seeing it. Two
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Fuckism: You want a new life, but still got the habits of your old one. That’s not transformation, that’s cosplay. Everyone talks about “change.” New goals. New mindset. New version of themselves.But here’s the truth bomb: You can’t build a new identity using the same bricks that built your breakdown. If you still: You might
Fuckism: You don’t need clarity to start. You need balls The “perfect time,” the “right mindset,” the “dream partner,” “once I grow up”…Yeah, all that bullshit you keep recycling in your head? It’s what’s holding you back while life passes you by. You don’t need a roadmap to take the first step.You need balls. Guts.
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Fuckism: Pressure makes diamonds or dust. Two choices. You’ll have plenty of time to be dust when you’re dead—so while you’re here, be the fucking diamond. Life doesn’t hand out greatness—it applies pressure. Real, relentless pressure. The kind that exposes your cracks or forges your strength. That pressure will either crumble you into dust, leaving
Fuckism: Growth feels like shit some days. That inner war? That’s you leaving the old you behind. Ever have one of those days where you just wanna say ‘fuck it’? Yeah, we all do. But here’s the thing—that feeling is part of the process. If this was easy, everyone would be at the top. That
Fuckism: If you don’t know your own bullshit, you’re just polishing a turd and calling it progress. Get real, or stay stuck in your own shit pile. We’ve all done it—going through the motions trying to ‘improve’ ourselves. The New Year’s workout plan you ditched by February, the last piece of cake you swore was
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No pain, no gain? Shut the fuck up. Pain without a plan is just suffering. Learn, adapt, and make the grind worth it. Pushing through pain is great—but knowing why there’s pain is even better. Enduring suffering just for the sake of it is outdated bullshit. Pain needs a purpose, a means to an end.
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Fuckism: Despair’s a bitch that feeds on your weakness—starve that motherfucker and take control. Despair is just victimhood disguised as reality. You feel like you’re in despair because your mind is feeding you that bullshit story. Question it—Is it true? Is it really that bad? Or are you just letting a parasite of a mindset
