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sunshinesmebdy · 3 months

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No Complaints, More Abundance: 7 Days to Transform Your Money Mindset

Get ready for a 7-day journey to transform your money mindset! Here's a sneak peek at what each day holds:

🌟 Day 1 - Gratitude Kick-Off: Dive into the power of gratitude and set the positive tone for the challenge.

🌿 Day 2 - Mindful Prosperity: Embrace mindful practices to infuse prosperity into your financial activities.

💡 Day 3 - Solution-Oriented Finances: Say goodbye to complaints and hello to proactive problem-solving.

🌟 Day 4 - Appreciation for Value: Recognize and celebrate the unique value you bring to your work and endeavors.

🎨 Day 5 - Positivity in Creativity: Infuse positivity into your creative process and witness the connection between creativity and prosperity.

🔄 Day 6 - Self-Reflection on Money Mindset: Examine and reframe your beliefs about money for a path to financial abundance.

🌌 Day 7 - Serenity in Abundance: Conclude the journey by finding inner peace, affirming positive outcomes, and prosperity.

Are you ready to embark on this transformative adventure? 🚀✨ #NoComplaintsMoreAbundance #MoneyMindsetChallenge #CountdownToTransformation

#mindfulness #astrology notes #astrology facts #astrology #astro notes #law of attraction #law of assumption #money magnet #money magic #money challenge #business #management

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roxychick96 · 1 year

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Saving $5,000 In 100 Days! - (Post One) 21/02/2023

Saving $5,000 In 100 Days!

Hello Lovely’s and Welcome to my blog SavingSmartly, thank you for being here. Today I will am posting up a new saving challenge that I am undertaking, one that I failed at not too long ago. Saving $5,000 in 100 Days, I am restarting the challenge, I am keen as to achieve it, no matter how many tries it takes me. The way I like to see things is, you can fail many times, the point is that you…

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nin-nyan-ve · 8 months

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बारा.

Nihilism and Absurdism

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#originally intended this to be charcoal and oil pastel piece on canvas but then i realized i have limited supplies and money #starting a short comic with these two. and note to self please stick with black and white from now on please #kannon stop drawing men with mascara challenge difficulty level: impossible #please do zoom in. the textures here are delicious #art #illustration #krita #artists of tumblr #artists on tumblr #danganronpa #anime #makoto naegi #hajime hinata #izuru kamukura #fucked up typography somewhere out there a design student is dying

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t-lostinworlds · 11 months

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 STRANGER THINGS | Season 4 (2016—) / [inspo]

#steve harrington #stranger things #steveharringtonedit #strangerthingsedit #dailystrangerthings #tvstrangerthings #harringtondaily #filmtv #cinematv #stedit #joe keery #joekeeryedit #mine: gifs #this was a pain to color #but i wanted to challenge myself so eh #p.s.a. for netflix to invest more money on lighting thanks

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ofswordsandpens · 10 months

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yes Luke teaming up with Kronos was like Supreme Stupid™ but his whole “the Gods are terrible parents and we’re just playthings for them and they only make false promises and the only way we can be free (from them) is to upheave the whole system” stance has literally been reaffirmed again and again by the works following the original pjo series so like yeah????? Luke was low key right??

#Riordan stop ruining your own series for money challenge (impossible)#ah well #pjo #percy jackson #luke castellan

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cinnachaos · 19 days

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hi sorry i dont want this to seem like rb bait but i thought itd be fun to see if it works please do not send me to note bait jail

if this gets 1k notes ill buy a keyboard and learn how to play calamari inkantation over the summer. ill post a video too if anyone wants proof :-)

ill also draw the squid sisters at 500 notes if u guys want

#splatoon #notes challenge #cinna content moment #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #i was feeling inspired by the “do it badly. just do it for the sake of doing it” posts #and i tjought well i dont wanna impulse buy a keyboard #so tumblr you decide. the fate of my money is in your hands #BTW! this is like. if it reaches BEFORE the summer starts just fyi #if it doesnt reach that ill still draw the squisters :3

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deathshallbethelastenemy · 9 months

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where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-

The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.