💨 When the Fucks Run Out: Introducing… Fuckdust

 

You ever reach that point in life where you’ve cared, stressed, explained, and overthought so hard that you just… evaporate? Congratulations — you’ve officially entered the fuckdust phase. 💅✨

That’s right. You’re not heartless. You’re not bitter. You’ve just spent every last ounce of your emotional energy on things (and people) that didn’t deserve VIP access to your peace. What’s left? A fine, sparkly layer of fuckdust — a beautiful reminder that you’ve grown past caring about nonsense.

At this stage, you don’t argue — you blink slowly and sip your coffee. ☕
You don’t chase — you observe. 🕶️
And when someone tries to stir drama, you simply whisper… “Sorry, babe, I’m fresh out.” 💨

So here’s to the fuckdust crew — the ones who’ve retired from people-pleasing, graduated from chaos, and learned that protecting your peace is the new luxury. 🥂

Because once the fucks are gone… all that’s left is freedom — and maybe a little glitter. 😉✨