
Self Improvement Trends – From Goat to Garbage
If you’re gonna fix your life with yoga and vision boards, you might as well duct tape your trauma and call it a Ferrari
“you might as well – duct tape your trauma and call it a Ferrari.”
you might as well – duct tape your trauma and call it a Ferrari.
Yo, lemme be real wit’chu.
Self-improvement in 2025 lookin’ like a f*ckin’ thrift store—everybody sellin’ recycled advice wrapped in glitter and gaslighting.
Y’all out here tryna “manifest a new life” but still cryin’ over ya ex, scrollin’ TikTok at 3am, eatin’ Hot Cheetos, broke, lost, and horny.
But don’t trip.
I ain’t here to coddle ya.
I’m here to slap some sense into that mushy brain of yours and show you what ACTUALLY works… and what’s straight up Instagram diarrhea.
Let’s rank these self-improvement trends from God-tier to clown sh*t.
No filter. No fake sh*t. Let’s go.
You wanna heal? Talk to a mfessional. Not that one chick who sells aura readings on IG Live. Shadow work don’t mean sh*t if you can’t name your trauma without crying and blaming your star sign.
Pick up some iron or stay a sad lil twig. Depression hittin’? Hit the gym back. Them demons won’t haunt you if you bench more than your regrets.
Unfollow 90% of the clout goblins you worship. You ain’t inspired, you’re insecure. Cut the screen time. Touch grass. Breathe. Remember who TF you are.
IDGAF how many affirmations you chant. Wake up. Show up. Repeat. Motivation is fake. Discipline is forever.
Feel like death, heal like heaven. If your soul shivers, it’s working.
Books, bruh. Like real ones. With pages. Get high off knowledge, not IG reels. Your mind starving but you bingeing YouTube like it’s soul food.
Your body tight ‘cause your life tight. Move your sh*t or rot slowly. Your call.
Air fryer don’t count. Real self-love is seasoning that chicken and knowing what macros are.
You journaling or you trauma-dumping in cursive? Write the truth, not poetry for your fake healing arc.
Only works if you actually do sh*t. Otherwise, congrats, you’re broke… early.
Powerful. But most of y’all just nap with music on.
Fire move. But don’t gaslight yourself into being antisocial and call it boundaries.
Girl, that’s a rock. You need therapy. Burnin’ sage won’t fix the fact you ghost people when held accountable.
Putting Lambos and abs on a corkboard don’t mean sh*t if you still act broke and eat like trash. Vibes don’t pay rent.
You howlin’ at the moon while rent due? Be fr.
Lemme guess—you the main character and everyone else the villain? Maybe YOU the red flag, dummy.
If you scared of sadness, you ain’t healed— You just emotionally constipated.
Cute. But where you at on day 31?
“Hey babe, align your energy and just be your higher self!” Shut up! You selling dreams with Canva slides and broken promises.
“Wake up at 4AM, eat raw liver, cold plunge, then make $10K/day” Nah bruh, that’s a cult. You need your god.
Self-improvement ain’t no aesthetic.
It ain’t your morning matcha, it ain’t that “main character” energy post you saved last night.
It’s brutal. It’s ugly. It’s war.
You gotta bury your past, starve your ego, and kill every soft excuse that ever touched your tongue.
Most of y’all don’t need more “motivation”— You need discipline, silence, scars, and accountability.
“Healing ain’t cute. It’s bloody. It’s lonely. It’s necessary.”
Ain’t – no glow-up without the breakdown. Ain’t no light if you ain’t crawled through the f*ckin’ dark first. I used to be mad at the whole damn world — quiet as hell, broken, anxious, feelin’ like I was ghostin’ in my own life. Then I snapped. I rebuilt myself from zero. Blood, ego, and tears. Now? – I’m the version I used to pray for. This ain’t no love-and-light kumbaya camp. This is inner war. I’m just here droppin’ the real — lessons, pain, wins, and straight-up facts. No filters, no guru bullsh*t. Sometimes I f*ck. Sometimes I rant. Always real. If you’re tryna level the f*ck up and stop livin’ like an NPC — welcome. Let’s run – this path together. Brick by brick. Scar by scar. Level by level.
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I’m changin’ my damn self.” — Rumi (if he had Wi-Fi).
Life’s a scam, society’s broken, and I’m building a better delusion. Hit me up if you want in. down there → [email protected]
Ain’t – no glow-up without the breakdown. Ain’t no light if you ain’t crawled through the f*ckin’ dark first. I used to be mad at the whole damn world — quiet as hell, broken, anxious, feelin’ like I was ghostin’ in my own life. Then I snapped. I rebuilt myself from zero. Blood, ego, and tears. Now? – I’m the version I used to pray for. This ain’t no love-and-light kumbaya camp. This is inner war. I’m just here droppin’ the real — lessons, pain, wins, and straight-up facts. No filters, no guru bullsh*t. Sometimes I f*ck. Sometimes I rant. Always real. If you’re tryna level the f*ck up and stop livin’ like an NPC — welcome. Let’s run – this path together. Brick by brick. Scar by scar. Level by level.
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I’m changin’ my damn self.” — Rumi (if he had Wi-Fi).
Life’s a scam, society’s broken, and I’m building a better delusion. Hit me up if you want in.
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If you’re gonna fix your life with yoga and vision boards, you might as well duct tape your trauma and call it a Ferrari
If you’re gonna fix your life with yoga and vision boards, you might as well duct tape your trauma and call it a Ferrari
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We’ll break down your sh*t like a dealer breaks a brick, precise, cold, and taxable.
We’ll break down your sh*t like a dealer breaks a brick, precise, cold, and taxable.
No fluff. No hand-holdin’. Just raw strategy, custom gameplans, and high-performance sh*t warfare.
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Timeline Terrorist / Resolve Evangelist / Cooler Than Your Ex
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You may browse. You may click. But don’t confuse visibility with permission. Every pixel here is a sigil — designed, coded, and deployed for impact. Nothing here is casual. Every asset is tracked. Every visitor, logged. The cult watches.
Final Note
SNUF is FUNS is not a legally registered agency. It’s an aesthetic, a fracture in reality, and a hyper-aware visual entity operating across borders. Still wanna send a cease & desist? Good luck serving papers to a mirage.
“ We own nothing. We own everything. Especially your attention. ”