Limitless Stimulus
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10k views on my website! š„³ šš» Thatās a whole hell of a lot of eyeballs, ears, and brains focused thisaway ā thank you!! š¤ Thereās a reason for it, I promise. Check out my website if you havenāt lately. I pour my heart and soul into it. š· www.LimitlessStimulus.com š¤ {Subscribe on my home…
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A poem about the quiet imbalance between body and mindāand the way of being human that lives in between.
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Some people live in direct sunlight; others have deep ancestral roots in faraway lands where the sun was mostly shrouded by fog and misty sea spray. This is an essay about existing within a slower, deeper, more velvety frequency which shapes how I see and create. Itās for anyone who has ever felt ātoo contemplativeā…
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Written by Shelly Moore Ā©ļø 2025 šļø I. Why Iām Writing This. My dad died in April. We celebrated his life two days ago. This is fresh. Fresh fresh. This isnāt a Hallmark sermon or an attempt to convert you to my worldview. Far from. Itās my honest effort to explain ā to myself, mostly,…
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Written by Shelly Moore Ā©ļø 2025 ā° Once upon a time, I thought the word āconspiracyā was reserved for secret government basements, cartoon villains stroking hairless cats, and that weird uncle who hoarded canned soup for Y2K. Then I grew up, read a few declassified documents, and realized: maybe Uncle Soup Hoarder wasnāt entirely wrong…
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Your House Is Humming: Ghosts, Wi-Fi & All the Frequencies You Canāt See (But Live Amongst) | blog
Written by Shelly Moore Ā©ļø 2025 Have you ever sat in your living room and wondered how many unseen things are brushing past your skin, drifting through your lungs, or pinging your phone while you sip your tea? āļø You might not ā but you should. Because your cozy house? Itās not just drywall, carpet,…
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š To Everyone Who Found Me Across The Miles, Sometimes, I forget. I forget that my greenhouse blooms in more than just one zip code. That my words sneak through screens and cups of coffee and lunch breaks and lonely nights ā and root themselves in the hearts of strangers who, somehow, donāt feel so…
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Written by Shelly Moore Ā©ļø 2025 Ever known someone was lying before they finished the sentence ā just by the tremor in their voice? Ever replayed a song not to hear it, but to become it, bone-deep? Ever felt like crowds drain you, not because you hate people, but because the noise scatters your inner…
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