So today I got a message on Substack that went something like this:I
Hey, I’m trying to piece together from your Notes what’s actually going on with you. What’s happening in your life? What’s the deal? Are you single or in a relationship? Are you being funny or are you a genius? I’m confused — are you in love, did you just break up, are you looking for someone, are you sad or some kind of motivational coach… or are you just low-key a psychopath?
So here’s a little highlight reel from this week’s Notes — feel free to guess what’s going on. And don’t forget to subscribe 😉
I don’t care if I have to burn it down. I don’t care if I have to restart a million times. I won’t settle for a life I don’t want.
If I had a daughter, I would give her this piece of advice: Never f@ck with a f@cked up f@cker who doesn’t give a f@ck.
I’m exhausted, but I have f@cking dreams to chase.
In a city that glorifies convenience and casual connections, I believe in covenant. You’re either my future husband — or you’re in his way.
Sorry, I’m late; I was trying to convince myself that the world is still worth participating in.
Hey, Do you wanna fake our deaths and run away to the middle of nowhere and never come back? We can get coffee later. LMK.
People who truly want to see you win will help you win. If they can’t help, they at least won’t make it harder for you, not even in not-so-obvious ways. For example, they won’t create unnecessary drama. They won’t pull your focus onto them when it’s your big day to perform. Never forget that.
It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much can you take and still keep moving forward. How many times have you been rejected and still been willing to ask again. This is how success is achieved.
What I really love about dogs is that you can be in the worst possible state, However sad, mentally exhausted, tired, and ill and heartbroken — and they’ll still wake you up such f@cking crazy excitement and love and passion for the new day, that even in your deepest misery, you’ll end up smiling, and hope will flicker that maybe it’s not even such a bad thing that The sun rose today.
Today, get serious about what you want from life and lock TF in. Playtime is over.
How about that? Date idea: We both don’t show up, but we are both under the same Moon.
10/10 in your career and 2/10 in health isn’t success.
Him: I wanna be more than friends. Me: OK, I need a cousin, an assistant, and a trusted dog sitter. Choose your role.
The moment your gut says no, it’s a no. You’ll work out the details later.
Sometimes, you have to risk everything for a dream only you can see.
May your success offend the shit out of anyone who didn’t want to see you win.
So you’re at rock bottom, but actually, it turns out that you are really into collecting rocks.
Don’t ask me for life advice because you’ll probably end up with a new Aussie Shepherd or two.
Love language: I’m listening to your favourite song.
Don’t quit. Life can go from 0 to 100 real quick sometimes.
Respectfully, I don’t care who I lose as long as it’s not myself or my dog again
May someone who is not sure of you never find you again.
I believe the main idea is to understand yourself so intimately that no one’s judgment or projection can affect your perception of who you truly are.
If you’ve ever wanted to change the world, now is the time.
Nobody gets me as my Substack friends do. There might be something off with you, just saying.
– Who are you?– I am Death.– Are you here for me?– No, I’m here for your indoor plants.– But now I only have a Lego one.– I’ll take that too.
When I vanish, just remember I’ll become everything I promised I f@cking would.
Remember to include enough fiber in your daily diet; it can help you feel more full during your panic attacks.
97% of success is just staying away from the wrong people.
Be my Valentine, or else…
I really hope you guys are right about this whole “it’s about the journey, not the destination” thing, because I honestly have no f@cking clue where I’m going.
Ok, so I’m going to sleep now. If you see me online and posting on Substack, my account has been hacked.
