PSA To All My Mutuals, PLEASE IGNORE MY SPELLING MISTAKES IM NOT STUPID I JUST TYPE FAST 😢😢😢

i absolutely love permashifters, i hope that all of you will find peace and love in this world one day. you guys deserve more than you could even imagine and please don’t listen to other people’s opinions - i hear you and i understand you. your happiness and freedom is the most important thing. you are limitless.

don’t you ever let anyone make you think otherwise.

Each day in my CR is motivation to shift because this reality is something else...

Someone teach me how to dream every night I wanna see iron man mpreg more often as I sleep

so you guys do realize that when you 'shift on accident', or 'mini shift', it wasn't on accident or mini. you simply shifted, shifting is just that easy, give yourselves some credit, you're more capable than you know.

happy shifting ♡

She NEVER misses 🗣️🗣️🗣️

How do you get over the fear of never shifting

how to get over the fear of never shifting?

right, so you’re afraid you’ll never shift. you’re staring down the barrel of an eternal non-event, the metaphysical equivalent of a dinner party where the host never shows and you’re left nursing a warm gin and wondering why you ever put on shoes. the fear, then, is not just about shifting. it’s about stagnation, about the existential itch that nothing will ever happen to you, that you are, in the grand scheme of things, a closed-loop system with no exit ramp. it’s about the dread of being one of those people who say they want to do things and then never do them, like men who buy poetry books and never turn past the preface.

let’s establish something !!! this isn’t a you problem. this is an everyone problem. but listen. listen. that doesn’t mean nothing is happening. the want itself is movement. the yearning is proof of life.

but fear can be embarrassing. the fear is what stops you from talking about it in public. the fear is what makes you try to force it, and forcing it never works. this is a truth universally acknowledged, like how the people who tell you to “just relax” are always the ones who never have to try at anything.

so, how do you get over it? you don’t. not in the way you’re thinking.

you don’t kill it, or banish it. what you do is you turn the volume down. you remind yourself that shifting is not a limited resource, it is not an exclusive club. you reframe it, because fear, at its core, is a trick of perspective. if you treat shifting like a test you’re doomed to fail, then congratulations, you have built yourself a failure machine. if you treat it like a game, like a book you can open and step into at will, then suddenly it becomes something else entirely, something less cruel, less elusive. something possible.

and listen, i could do the whole inspirational speech thing, the "trust the process," "it happens when you least expect it," "insert comforting platitude here. you can do it, you're always doing it, bla bla bla." but that’s not what you need. what you need is this: shifting is a skill. sort of. it’s not a mystery, not some divine lottery where the lucky few get golden tickets to willy wonka's chocolate factory and the rest of us are left behind in the cold. it’s a skill, which means it can be developed, honed, mastered. and if you can accept that, then suddenly, the fear loses its fangs. it becomes background noise, static on the radio. it becomes something you can live with, something you can drown out with the sheer audacity of your wanting.

so, the next time the fear comes knocking, let it in. let it sit at your table. but do not let it drive. do not let it make the rules. because the fear, when you really break it down, is just this: a refusal to believe in your own capacity for transformation. and if there’s one thing i know about you, it’s that you’ve never been one to stay the same.

"my dr self" this "my dr self" that. YOU ARE YOUR DR SELF. ITS YOU. ITS NOT A DIFFERENR VERSION OF YOU ITS LITERALLY YOU WIFNAFIAJDI

I can’t do this anymore. i can’t. i really fucking can’t. I miss. my boyfriend. PLEAAAE OH NY GOD i require him in such carnal amounts like. I MISS HIM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH. MY SHAYLA. Love of my life. Light of my loins. Rouge on my cheeks. I miss him and his glasses and his weird laugh and his weird jokes and his dumbass beautiful face and his hair and his teeth and his hands and legs and EVERYTIJG ☹️☹️☹️☹️ my star crossed love, our souls were strewn carelessly among the delicate threads binding fate and the universe. no matter the distance ill come across you once more. ill find you. slowly, inexplicably and then all at once.

(he would so make fun of me if he ever read this and probably idk call me a stalker creep i hate his dumbass)

Struggled to meditate today cuz I kept getting distracted cuz that “WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?” ahh song was playing in my head on repeat louder than any other thought for like several long minutes

why are the terfs on shiftblr suddenly multiplying

If my s/o even attempts to say that I don’t love him as much as he does me it’s lights out because I did NOT go through hell and back growing as a person, spending BILLIONS on channeled love letters and spending HOURS on shifting just for him to tell me I don’t love him as much as he does me