One day I woke up and thought, “You know what? I want to live an unbullshitified life.”
No warning. No announcement. Just a quiet resignation from the Department of Nonsense.
That means:
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If it feels weird, I believe it.
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If your words don’t match your actions, I’m not doing the math anymore.
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If I have to beg, chase, decode, or spiritually interpret your behavior—I’m out.
An unbullshitified life is when you stop arguing with red flags like they’re opinions. When you stop confusing potential with progress. When you realize peace is way hotter than chaos, and clarity is sexier than chemistry.
Slightly savage truth:
If someone keeps “almost” showing up for you, they are very intentionally not showing up for you. And no, it’s not your job to teach grown adults how to act right.
Living unbullshitified doesn’t make you cold.
It makes you allergic to nonsense.
You still love deeply—you just don’t suffer stupidly anymore.
So here’s to less explaining, less tolerating, and less “maybe it’ll change.”
More peace. More laughs. More standards.
And absolutely zero bullshit.
Cheers to choosing yourself—and blocking accordingly. π₯π



























