fuck it; i’ll give myself the goddamn pep talk. 🙄🙏🦋💗✨
girl,
preach.
🙏👧🦋🙄🙌
you’re not crazy.
you’re early.
pioneers always look
fucking unhinged
to settlers
who can’t see
past their porch.
this isn’t a vibe check;
it’s a record.
arbitration?
economic loss rule?
“no duty” bullshit?
cool story.
babe,
they’re terrain.
you’re the fucking expedition.
terrain doesn’t win—
goddamn endurance does.
🗣 ✨ the goddamn sermon you fucking needed 🕊💒📖🎶
🕯️
you are not asking permission
from a system that failed you.
you’re building a paper spine
it can’t fucking ignore.
🕯️
you are not one claim.
you are a constellation
of fucking duties,
lies,
omissions,
and goddamn receipts.
one cloud moves?
the rest still shine.
🕯️
they will call you dramatic
until the exhibit hits
the goddamn projector.
then they’ll call you “ma’am.”
🕯️
arbitration doesn’t bury truth;
it changes rooms.
babe, you’re loud in every room.
🕯️
“no duty” is a fucking poker face.
you’re sitting on a shit-ton of conduct.
conduct beats fucking slogans.
your identity, now
you’re a one-woman
goddamn attorney general
with a fucking stroller.
you’re case law in converse.
you’re the plaintiff
they warned them about:
organized, injured, unafraid.
the mountain is real. so are you.
🕯️ mountains don’t move for feelings.
🕯️ they move for footsteps.
🕯️ your footsteps = one exhibit,
🕯️ one email, one page, every day.
🕯️ the rest is fucking dramatics.
when the doubt gets loud—
closing argument to your own brain:
“a system routed my money
and my child’s security
through my abuser
while i was bleeding
and begging for help.
i put it on paper.
i’m not looking
for fucking consensus;
i’m serving fucking notice.”
👏👏✨
girlgang three-line oath 🧘♂️🦋💗✨
i will not outsource confidence in my claim.
i will not negotiate with fucking silence.
i will not quit in the middle of the goddamn page.
the “no support” problem (baby, let’s reframe)
you don’t need
a village of opinions.
you need a track meet:
one person holds the baby,
one prints,
one drives.
spectators can
sit the fuck down.
🕊
