Humans are wired to vibe with what resonates, but without getting chained to stuff or ppl.
Our gut’s got a big say in this game.
Connections? Sometimes they’re like public WiFi—watch out— someone might swipe your data or sneak in some malware.
Hey Hey! Y’all know I’ve got a high-frequency antenna with an artsy filter and a BS radar haha
I read ppl like I’m flipping through a menu… and trust, my menu’s Michelin-star, not some drive-thru junk 😏
Philosophy:
The absurd holds the unwritten code. If you don’t get it, you’re out of the loop.
Don’t wait for a manual, buddies. Life doesn’t come with instructions. It’s got signs, and if you can’t read between the lines, you’re stuck in the timeless line of your own destiny.
In my case, Cupid quit. Now I’m the one calling the shots in my life.
In the absurd—in what breaks the rules—lies the unwritten code. And it’s not rules, it’s vibes. If you don’t read well, you’re out.
Got an exposed wire? You a walking glitch.
We’re human, driven by intuition, not just instinct.
Keeping your nervous system chill? That’s a luxury 😉
Gossip sesh:
—C’mere, I’m gonna spill some tea… but don’t expect pity. This is gonna hit like a bad tequila shot
This week, it was pouring rain around my aura. A bunch of my friends saw an open door and thought they could waltz in and track their mud all over in my life 💩
This is, they don’t get that I’m always moving the opposite way, questioning everything until common sense hands me the real answer.
To me, the universe is a casino—and I’m the top player, just waiting someone who can match my bet without blinking. Ya’ feel me— always going all-in a sky-high buy in.
This wk, a friend of mine asked why I’m “against” so many things. I told him ‘I’m not against anything—I just get it. And what I say isn’t to change anyone; it’s to make you philosophize a bit and find your own truth.
You know my style—I’m not here to preach, I’m here to drop clues. If you don’t got it, keep scrolling.
I wasn’t gonna spill the big drama, but I think we’ve got enough trust at this poker table, so here’s the pizza slide—sorry for the gluten-intolerant folks 😇
Before we go deeper—one of my core philosophies:
Confidence is foreplay— I’m fluent as a language— I don’t control the game, I’m the reason you’re playing.
A friend of mine thought he had the game locked against me, but I’m not some fictional character. Fact is, I read my opponents like a book, and I always play to win.
My bestie from NY told me ‘Kim, the only thing sexier than sex is knowing you’re in the game like the poker dealer.’ Uff, this guy’s like 10levels above me haha
Humble as always— I couldn’t play against him, his game is fire 🔥
Dear readers, I don’t compete with just anyone. If I let you sit at this table… know I’m shuffling the emotions, but I don’t play by chance. 🃏
Like I told some guy who slid into my IG DMs—poor thing, it’s a good guy—he mistook my energy for a storm, claiming storms think they’re the reason for waves in the sea haha
Ofc, I hit back, ‘I’m like gravity, buddy—energy flows around my center. I don’t cause the motion, I allow it.”
Folks, I’m not the effect—I’m the condition 😉 haha
Now, the gossip that’s gonna blow up social norms—dim lighting, but with an ironic smirk:
I was chatting with some guy who had solid poker stats. Dude was gunning for the big leagues in a face2face with me 😎
He cleared the first, second, and third rounds, upping the ante each time. Then he goes, “Alright Kim, your rules now, all or nothing.”
I’m thinking, Hmm, that fake confidence, not trying to impress me, just win to stroke his ego. “Ok, ‘Pressure’ by Tove Lo— love it!
“I’m in my zone, my rules are psych level,” I said
His comeback, “Kim, you gonna raise or keep faking that confidence?” He shows his hand: Full House.
I lock eyes with him and go, “I don’t need to fake it— that’s confidence. You should work on your self-esteem.” I smirked 😼stared him down and added, “I don’t play cards, I play the man.” 😉
I flip my deck: Royal Flush. I stand up and say “Respect your level, but you gotta master your emotions.”
And no, dear readers, we’re not talking literal cards.
Friendship ain’t a hookup app 🥷🏻
— Ppl, grab a drink, let’s keep this convo rolling 😉
Ever play with the devil under a dirty moonlight?
Camus style—Living is accepting there are no answers and still playing the game.
Me? Ain’t no words in that deal.
Just two fallen angels, same hunger:
pleasure, vanity, and a taste for chaos.
Playing with fire together? Would’ve killed the thrill too fast.
So we burned solo— me in my immortality, him in the lies he tells himself.🎭
Trust your intuition…or whatever’s left of it between likes, anxiety, and your “self-love” playlist.
If you’re gonna play, play well.
Don’t show up with a zen face and a soul full of passive-aggressive tension.
Please— don’t call it kindness when it’s just your ego crying politely in the corner. 😮💨
Acting normal is the line between what you want and what you can actually have. I sort out the mess—I don’t hang out anymore unless it fits my vibe.
Personally, the unwritten code, the only truth I buy, is living without regrets.
Bye now! 😈
