May 18, 2024
having an irl therian friend who also does quadrobics is peak. guess who just spent an hour running around in a giant backyard chasing around a squeaky ball with another canine
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having an irl therian friend who also does quadrobics is peak. guess who just spent an hour running around in a giant backyard chasing around a squeaky ball with another canine
someone's following me
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no show rresults option. you WILL choose.
(2/2) i see him here. in the depths of internet wishing we could talk. he’s close but out of reach. i find myself wishing i could sleep forever, living with him in my dreams. I think that’s what he always was - my dream
Matters of love always seem to hurt more than anything else in this world. We are not well versed in this, but we've seen these cases twist and distort others.
It's like an arrow to the back when you lose someone dear. The fletchings flutter with memories and doubts, regrets on what you could've done.
Those are lies.
Don't let those memories choke you like a noose. Do not let regrets distort your mind. The traitor, the one lost and who we grieved over many moons ago let his own grief and regrets overpower him and went blind. He was so blind that he lost those he had left, betrayed and pushed away those who wished to save him from himself.
Don't become like him, child of the moon. Remember those you lost in the best image you can. Look for them in the moon's glow after a hard rain, but never make a deal with the wolves to get them back. Never tumble down that hill which will leave you twisted and malformed.
You may walk down the same path, you may read the same book... But you will never get a different ending. The only way left to go when the past is haunting you is forward. The ghosts will always be there, they will always linger, but you are no ghost.
You are no ghost.
You needn't linger like they do. You needn't stay with those memories. You are not a dog on a leash. Break free. Walk forward. Leave your prints in the mud that has yet to be touched by any hand.
All you have to do is walk. Walk forward until the pads of your feet bleed. Walk forward until you can no longer hear their calls dragging you back.
And when you are alone at night, and you think you can feel their eyes watching you, smile and tell them that you made it. Know you would make them proud.
blessed beltane to those who celebrate! found a new portable altar for aphrodite; i decided to bring it to the forest and decorate it for the holiday <3
you know sometimes talking to aphrodite is a big ceremonial thing and sometimes it’s me, high, shuffling my tarot cards and saying “i DONT like your funny words magic man ☹️” at what she keeps telling me… repeatedly
i feel most animal when i am about to sleep and i am in my bed and i just get to roll around and stretch and flex my claws . comfy bed = nest
i really do think the best way i can describe how i’ve been feeling since connecting with aphrodite is that every time i get upset about something i think “wait… i’m goated” and then it’s actually fine