Category: #main character energy
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Reparenting the Chaos
Sometimes I think my inner child and I are in a toxic relationship.She wants attention at the worst possible times — like right before a deadline or when I’m trying to sleep.She’s loud, dramatic, and clearly allergic to logic.And honestly? Same. But lately, I’ve been trying to reparent her.To give her what she needed back…
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It’s Not Avoidance, It’s Selective Peace
Once upon a time, I used to respond to every text, every question, every “we need to talk.”Now? I respond when my nervous system says it’s safe. It’s not avoidance.It’s selective peace. Because not everything deserves access to your energy — especially the things that keep you stuck in the same emotional group chat you’ve…
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Main Character in a Side Quest Era
This was supposed to be my healing era.My not-always-in-a-messy-bun, aligned-chakras, journaling-by-candlelight era. Instead, it’s giving: side quest energy.Nothing’s falling apart, but nothing’s exactly coming together either.Like I’m walking through life with a GPS that keeps politely malfunctioning.Or just making me take the scenic route that’s miles off. Every day feels like a mix of errands,…
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Emotional Support Main Character (a.k.a. We’re All Just Guessing)
Somehow, I became the emotional support friend.The one who knows how to calm everyone down, fix the vibe, crack a joke, and find the bright side when the ship is clearly sinking. It’s like the universe said, “You seem responsible enough for everyone’s feelings,” <cue wicked cackle>and I just… forgot to read the fine print.…
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Terms and Conditions of My Mood
Before engaging with me, please read the following agreement carefully.By proceeding, you acknowledge that I am a complex human being held together by snacks, sarcasm, and the occasional deep sigh. I am both sunshine and side-eye.Warm, funny, loyal — and also tired.If you can’t handle emotional whiplash, this might not be the subscription for you.…
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I’m Not Overthinking, I’m Just Running All 47 Scenarios
I don’t overthink.I just analyze everything in extreme HD until my brain needs a nap and my soul wants a refund. It’s not anxiety — it’s research.I’m just trying to make sure I’ve emotionally, mentally, and spiritually prepared for every possible outcome of a conversation that hasn’t even happened yet. Like, you text me “we…
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Chaos & Charm: Born This Way (Unfortunately)
The soundtrack of my childhood was Spanish music on repeat, people talking over each other, and at least a pot of rice on the stove at all times — ya know, in case of company. The pop-over? That used to be the norm. Now? We hide every time the RingCam goes off. Everyone was always…
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I’m Not Arguing, I’m Just Passionately Explaining Why I’m Right
I don’t argue. I just raise my voice creativelywhile presenting a very sound, emotionally charged PowerPoint presentationthat everyone refuses to appreciate. People might say I’m “defensive.”Like, “Cógelo con take it easy, nena.”No, sweetie. I’m just right — loudly.It’s not yelling if I’m correct. I try to stay calm, I really do.I start off all composed,…
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Main Character Malfunction
Some mornings, I wake up like I’m in a movie.The light hits just right, the playlist knows whassup,and for five whole minutes I’m the calm, centered, soft-life version of myself.(whatever that is) Then life rolls up like, “Aww, look at you thinking you got it together.”Cue the spilled water, the dropped phone, the existential dread…
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Chaos Crowns Us. Magic Follows Us.
Some days it feels like the universe forgot to hit save.Everything glitches, people flake, the plan catches fire—and somehow you’re the one holding the extinguisher and the lighter. And there you are—staring at the mess like,“Oh, cool. A new plot twist. I love that for me.” The group chat’s dry, the vibe’s off,and the only…
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The Things I Don’t Say (Because Bail Money is Tight)
(aka: My Inner Voice Needs an NDA) There’s a whole monologue living rent-free in my head.Every time someone’s rude.Every time someone “just wants to play devil’s advocate.” Oh, I have soooo many things to say.But then I remember:Bail money is expensive, and my energy is not refundable. So instead, I let it stay up there—an…
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Plot Twist: Welcome to the Chaos
Plot twist: she started a blog.Because apparently sharing my thoughts with random strangers and talking to myself just wasn’t enough. If you’re here, congratulations — you’ve stumbled into the beautiful mess where we laugh through the struggle, hype each other up, and pretend we’re not Googling our symptoms every other day. This isn’t a self-help…
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Who’s Running This? (A Peek Behind the Curtain)
People ask about the hat.The wide brim. The mystery. The “who does she think she is?” energy. Here’s the truth:It’s not a costume—it’s armor.It’s how I protect my peace when the world feels loud. It’s how I slip into main-character mode, even when I’m just running errands or standing in line for coffee.The hat reminds…
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The Chaos & Charm Aesthetic
Chaos & Charm didn’t pick this look by accident.It’s curated chaos — bougie enough to slay, unhinged enough to relate. The galaxy energy?That’s possibility.It’s the universe whispering,“Girl… anything can happen next.” The hat and the shadows?That’s confidence.Not loud — just undeniable.A vibe so strong it doesn’t need a smile to be understood. Our style isn’t…
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Your Permission Slip to Be Extra
You know that voice inside that says, “Do it — who gon’ check you, boo?”The one we were told to silence because it made us “too dramática.” Plot twist: too much is the correct dosage. Wear the dress that makes people blink twice.Book the spontaneous weekend trip.Order the sparkliest drink just to remind yourself you…
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The Chaos Manifesto
We are the beautifully undone.The too-extra, the not-enough, the ones who laugh too loud and feel everything twice. We find magic in messes and clarity in chaos.We cry, we curse, and we keep it pushing. We are proof that broken things still shine.And maybe—just maybe—the chaos was never meant to be fixed.It was meant to…
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Chaos & Charm: The Origin Story
It all started with a meltdown.Not the graceful, cinematic kind—more like the ugly-cry-on-the-bathroom-floor kind. Life felt like a blender with the lid off.Work. Bills. Relationships. Family group chats that should come with a warning label. And somewhere in the chaos, I realized… maybe this is the story.The mess. The madness. The magic that somehow shows…
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