New Dr Just Dropped Except It’s The Novel I’m Currently Writing— Go Big Or Go Home Right?

every night I am Coraline. I am her, huddled under those blankets, desperate to just go home… only to wake up and say “I’m still here?”

my shifting method is fuck around and find out

another day, another opportunity to dress like my dr self (inheritance games edition) while I go see Pride & Prejudice in theaters

shifting tonight fr fr

　　. . . stop putting pressure on shifting and loa ౨ৎ  i’m begging. hands and knees. nicole-kidman-in-babygirl-level pathetic. all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. all pressure and no silliness makes you a shifting chokehold artist. not cute. not camp. so why are you treating shifting like some corporate ladder you’ve got to climb in one go? why are you looking at loa like it’s a performance review waiting to tank? 

shifting is supposed to be fun!!!!!!!!! it’s supposed to feel like giggling at 3 am about how you’re gonna waltz into some alternate reality and seduce a fictional character. it’s supposed to be the kind of ridiculous that makes you laugh out loud because, you’re trying to script what your hair smells like in another world. that’s the magic. it’s light. it’s playful. it’s camp as hell. you’re allowed to have fun, to mess around, to let it all feel easy. you don’t have to wake up every day and white-knuckle your affirmations like it’s a legal deposition. shifting is meant to be yours. dreamy, light, free!!!! like a little skip in the clouds. not something that makes your stomach knot.

when you’re treating shifting like some corporate KPI or the olympics of manifestation, you’re missing the point. stop squeezing so tight. you’re not building a seven-figure empire; you’re daydreaming with a purpose. stop choking it. breathe. unclench. shifting isn’t the SATs. there are no bonus points for being the most serious or stressed about it.

you wanna know what works? what really works?????? not taking it so seriously. take the pressure off. there’s power in absurdity, in letting yourself be a little silly. lean into the fun. play around with the idea of it. laugh at yourself. go outside, sit under a tree, eat something sweet, let your brain daydream for the hell of it. shifting works better when you’re not treating it like an unpaid internship. loosen your grip. loosen your mind. loosen you. shifting is not your boss. loa is not your boss. you’re in charge here. and frankly, if you’re not spilling a drink while scribbling in your journal or dancing to some unhinged playlist about your dr, you’re doing it wrong.

loosen up. let it be fun. you are not shifting wrong because you laughed too much or didn’t meditate for 45 minutes in lotus position. joy is an amplifier. camp is an amplifier. being a little ridiculous IS AN amplifier!!!!!!!!

and here’s the tipsy genius bit i’ll drop, margarita in hand BECAUSE I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND THIS!!!!!! shifting isn’t about proving anything to anyone, including yourself. it’s about creating magic, and magic thrives on curiosity, silliness, and the occasional over-the-top flair. so get out there and be a little unhinged about it. script something stupid. throw glitter on your vision board. vibe with it. don’t choke it out. you’re doing great. keep going, but for god’s sake, keep it silly.

you’re already everything you need to be. you’re already on your way. just let it be fun. before you know it, you'll be having fun in your dr too.

just found out my dr s/o is and/or was an hour away from where I live… what do you mean the love of my life who doesn’t know I exist in this reality is an hOUR AWAY what is he dOING HERE I actually can’t take it I’m shifting right the fuck now I NEED HIM

(edit: I was in shambles writing this okay I mean the actor who plays him is supposedly an hour away and my body did not know how to process that)

guys guys guys hear me out— nerve dr???

Much scripting would be involved but I simply love the idea of going around doing slightly risky dares with my beloved.

The more I think about it the more I want it. I’m watching the movie rn and ugh I need it. I live for this movie they don’t make ‘em like this anymore.

I’m just imagining me and my s/o (probably Theodore Nott ngl I think that’s the vibe) running around doing silly little dares and maybe possibly risking our silly little lives just a bit but not too much and holy fuck I crave it.

(side note: I was a bit drunk drafting this one)

DIVA YOU ARE SHIFTING‼️

the only thing standing between you and everything you want is the way you react to its absence

You don’t have to act like the 3D has changed

Yes, read that again and again and again. It is 100% true.

You’re not meant to gaslight yourself and deny the 3D. You must accept that’s how THAT reality will go and that’s also NOT YOUR reality. Having a knowing of that creates disconnection between the old story and who you truly are. Not having a knowing of that and constantly worrying about it and fearing it makes you connected to your old story. Stop worrying about stuff (3D) that has nothing to do with you.

You have nothing to change but self. What I mean by that is change where your mind is at, not your thoughts. Your thoughts and mind are two different things/parts. As long as you change self it must externalize. There is nothing to change or create but your mind, you’re not creating nothing in the 3D because it is already done in your mind, only your mind matters nothing else.

come here. yes, you. come here. closer. till our foreheads touch and im gazing into your eyes. you’re me and im you. consciousness dictating reality. i'm going to say this nicely, and i'll need you to hear me out. a message from me to you, you to me, you to you, me to me. stop letting the 3d dictate whether or not you have your desire.

you're playing hooky with God and yet you're panicking about a hall pass. (i assume. i have no idea how the american school system works.) you're on a whole other metaphysical plane of existence, cigarette in hand, and yet you're worried that your desire won't show. babe. sweetheart. it's going to show. it's embedded in your bone marrow, imprinted in your soul. it's yours the moment you decided it is.

i sit here. eating grapes like they're divine and will heal me. i crush them up as a pale imitation of the wine i am too young to drink. (legally.) paradoxical vegan soy milk adjacent to the computer screen, lip stain around the rim of the glass cup. but the moment i assume i'm in my dr. i am. regardless of what the 3d shows me. regardless whatever i feel, see, touch, hear, and taste. fuck the senses. they shift last. reality will flicker and i'll find myself in the one i want to be in. i'm in my dr. blunt in hand. gazing out from my balcony at the night life. at the silhouette of skyscrapers against the dark sky. at the open window with orange light pouring through someone's apartment, where i see shadows making out.

don't let the 3d dictate whether or not you have your desire because you do the moment you decide you have it.

~ from, a girl in her oversized grey tee and mismatched red striped pajama pants and peeling black nail polish

(ib: @hrrtshape)