— wakeupnfuck
Don’t try to cure the obsession. Lean into it. Let her ruin your morning. It’s better than the silence. wakeupnfuck rebecca violetti
I wake up. I don’t check the news. I don’t check my stocks. I check my memories. — wakeupnfuck Don’t try to cure the obsession
There is a specific breed of woman in this world—rare, feral, sharp-toothed—who doesn’t just break your heart. She rewires your nervous system. Rebecca is that woman. She’s the ghost at the end of your bed, the text you pray for at 2 AM, the reason your chest feels like a cracked rib cage. It’s better than the silence
So I roll over. The other side of the bed is cold. It’s always cold. I light a cigarette even though I quit two years ago. I pour a whiskey even though it’s sunrise. This is the “wakeupnfuck” reality—except the “fuck” isn’t physical. It’s metaphysical. It’s the act of fucking your own peace of mind.
Because she’s the mirror we deserve but are terrified to look into.