Silver-griffincat - Chasing Stars

Your moral ocd is lying to you and tumblr is lying to you. you do NOT have to reblog any post you dont want to and you dont need to justify it and youre not prejudiced against a certain marginalized group if you dont reblog an Upsetting Post about a Current Issue said group is facing

idc if it's not a person. if your icon is a sunrise, you're a sunrise now.

poll about swapping with prev's icon here

my life changed on the day I discovered low effort cooking for myself.

instead of spending hours on an elaborate dish, I can just throw a bunch of stuff in salty water or between two slices of bread, cook/fry that bad boy, and boom. I got myself some food. I'm cooking way more often than I used to.

BUT WE AINT OUT OF OPTIONS‼️‼️

get panini pressed, idiot

I’ll never forget the time my parents said they were going out for a few hours, and left my siblings and me at home by ourselves (ages 9-14), and instead of going nuts or just sitting around, we all rushed and did our hair and makeup and got dressed as fancy as we could; sister pulled out the wine glasses and grape juice and made an hors d'oeuvres platter, another googled how to play poker, pulled out chips from a different game, dimmed the lights, and we set up a fancy 4-person gambling den at the kitchen table and played until my parents said they were on their way back with dinner. Then we quickly picked everything up, washed our faces, changed back into our casual clothes, and pretended nothing ever happened. They never found out.

:)

To me, being a therian is being a weird little girl stealing off into the forest, making potions, running on all fours, getting in trouble for getting your clothes dirty, getting sap in your fingers and twigs in your hair.

To me, it’s screaming, it’s screaming when you’re told you’re supposed to shave your body hair, screaming when you’re told to play nice, screaming when it’s dark, when you can feel the moon and the shadows and spirits all around you, wishing you could join them.

To me, it’s learning a human is an animal too, and suddenly it makes sense, but nobody else seems relieved by the news, and you can feel it chewing at your seams, and you can feel your blood and your heart and your hands and you forget how to hold yourself.

It’s hiding and it’s screaming and it’s biting and every moment I am alive I become more entangled and it becomes clearer on my skin.

Trying a new format to break my long squid science silence with ^^

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