Self Care For : A Grim Reaper From The 70s/80s With Items Relating To Their Interests With A Femme Flair

The dream

You might not be able to see them, but my ears perk up when you call my name - my tail anxiously swings side to side while i’m waiting for something, and my wings stretch out and ache when I gaze at the sky.

You can’t see them, but you can feel them, can’t you?

I can feel them for both of us.

You are the universe experiencing itself.

Isn't that beautiful?

It's winter time, you know what that means! * gets all comfy and cozy in my wings *

i wanna fly. so bad. i want to soar through clouds, weave between mountain peaks, feel the sun on my wings, dive into the sea, fly under the stars, perch somewhere high and watch the sun rise.

stimboard for : a crow therian with nature and trinket stims

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Once again with the “am I a bird?” thoughts. I just remembered when I was little wanting to lay down on Easter eggs and fantasize about them hatching. I always felt sad I would never really be able to hatch eggs of my own. I also remember pretending they were bird or dragon eggs. Am I a dragon???

Love family! Love friends!

TheY are PACK!!

:D

*wraps you in hug and wings around you*

Reblog to hug your moots or the previous like this 🪽✨

Taking the time to make a little nestling space for yourself.

The urge to curl up in blankets and relax on the warm moss-filled floor of a twiggy, dimly lit nest corner and recede into the feathers of your wings.

Imagining yourself soaring out over the tops of mountainscapes and lakes. Brushing your fingers along the grass or water surface.

Taking time out of your day to indulge in your own self-image. Your true image.