Category: #soft chaos
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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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Meanwhile, My Brain Said No
I have this bad habit of saying, “Yeah, sure!” when every cell in my body is screaming, “Absolutely not!”My face is already contorting, trying not to “say” what my mouth wants it to. Before I can stop myself, I’m nodding like a trained golden retriever.“Yeah, no worries!” I don’t know if it’s anxiety, people-pleasing, or…
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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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Apologies I’ll Probably Never Say Out Loud
I owe a few (maybe more) people an apology.Not enough to actually reach out — let’s not get crazy —but enough to mentally whisper “my bad” before moving on with my day. So, here they are.The apologies I’ll probably never say out loud: I’m sorry for the text I never answered.In my defense, I read…
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The Soft Girl Under the Spikes
I wasn’t born with an attitude — I built one.One eye roll, one sarcastic comment, one “don’t mess with me” look at a time.Mixed with the single raised eyebrow, the smirk, and the built-in RBF. Call it self-preservation.Call it personality.Call it fear.Either way, it worked. Because somewhere between growing up too fast and being told…
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I Said I’m Healing, Not Holy
Listen—I’m doing the work.I journal. I breathe. I even let things go.(Ok, not everything, but like… a few things.) But every now and then, someone decides to test me,and my higher self has to physically hold my lower self back like,“Girl. Not today. We’re trying to evolve.” Because healing doesn’t mean I turned into a…
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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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Brain Says Rest, Anxiety Says “One More Thing”
(aka: The Bedtime Battle Royale) It’s 2:47 a.m.I’ve done the skincare.The hair’s up in a messy bun that could double as a weapon.The lights are off. The vibe is calm.My brain? LOUD.She waits all day to start her shift.No thoughts from 9 to 5, but the moment I lay down — My brain’s like, “Hey,…
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The Customer Service Chronicles
(aka: Why I Clench My Jaw in My Sleep) There’s a special place in the universe for people who work in customer service.Not heaven, not hell — just a weird in-between dimension where you answer emails while questioning your life choices. My days are spent in chat windows and inboxes, typing like I’m defusing a…
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My Toxic Trait Is Thinking I Have Time
Every day starts the same way:me, confidently hitting snooze again and again like I’m on island time — except I’m not. I convince myself those extra nine minutes will somehow change the trajectory of my life.Spoiler: they do not. By the time I finally roll out of bed, I’ve entered the delusional optimism phase —…
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The Group Chat Is My Therapist
You ever start typing “not me spiraling but…”and suddenly you’re trauma-dumping into a 3-way chat with women who should honestly be billing you hourly? Same, mama. Same. The group chat is where I go to process every emotion I don’t have the insurance for.We don’t do copays — we do memes, unsolicited advice,and share our…
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A Completely Normal Meltdown Over Absolutely Nothing
It all started with a text.A perfectly harmless, everyday text —except my brain decided it wasn’t. It read:“Ok.” That was it.Just Ok.No exclamation point.No emoji.Just dry… like dry toast —and yes, said in the Greek accent from My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Immediately, I had questions: Why the attitude?What did I do?Is this where EVERYTHING…
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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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