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the "i want to be an animal" little girl to fucked up gender pipeline
-uses my toes to scratch an itch on my other leg- hmm hm creacher
My partner and I were just talking about the many aspects of enjoyable food experiences. Like, not just taste or smell. Like how some food is improved by the place it takes you mentally. Not strictly memory-wise either.
I just really appreciate food that makes me feel a little feral. Like biting into ribs like you're gnawing a carcass. And how a big reason I like oysters so much is that slurping them up makes me feel like an otter that just cracked open its dinner with a rock.
It's just fun! What foods do that for you?
Deep down we all want to bite someone hard as shit. Jaw power on 100% for like 5 to 8 seconds. Just once.
I'm so fuckin bored of human-centric fantasy
One of my favorite Christmas things is pictures of cats with Christmas lights reflected in their eyes.
Magic.
I had to get a gastroscopy (hose+camera down my throat into my stomach) today and they didn't give me enough sedative to put me to sleep or even enough to make it not hurt, but enough to make me forget to behave like a sensible human, evidenced by me swiping at the doctor with my nails
He was just doing his job but in my defense my body absolutely thought it was being murdered
i want to be a conventionally attractive wealthy skinny ciswoman so i can go on the bachelor and make it all the way thru the competition, and when the guy proposes to me i just like leap towards him and close my teeth around his neck and bite as hard as i can. just absolute animal brutality like shaking his neck like a ragdoll, growling ripping tearing etc, and then before anyone can stop me immediately run into traffic and die so no one ever gets the chance to understand why that happened
On the one paw, watching birds-eye flight simulator videos imitates the euphoria my otherwise flightless body will never give me.
On the other, my neurological condition is badly aggravated by watching long sweeping shots.
Catch me watching drone videos and convulsing just to Feel Something
if I was to give One tip to new tumblr users, it would be that funny additions are almost always better in the tags. If you’re hilarious enough, people will screenshot the tags, along with the lighthearted “how dare you leave this in the tags!!” If the joke didn’t land, then no one gets annoyed by your addition - it’s just a tag. It’s a win-win. The exception is when you are actually friends with op, and know that they’re down for some back-and-forth banter. Then yes, go ahead and recreate a Classic Tumblr Funny Interaction. Because ye. almost all of those are staged.
yeah you get it
listen. if u like/reblog my posts fairly frequently, u better believe that i have noticed ok. even if we don’t ever talk. if we aren’t even mutuals! doesn’t matter. i see you. i see your URL pop up in my notifications every so often. and when it does? oh, when it does……… i’m like “oh hey there’s my buddy! gee i sure missed u pal!” and i get real happy for a minute ok. sorry, i don’t make the rules.
I'm so happy to know there are other beings out there who feel the same as I do, and who feel it seriously. Because my whole life I've found people who like to roleplay or represent themselves as nonhuman creatures, but it was always a hat they'd take off at the end of the day, y'know. And that's valid, and I'm very grateful to have those people in my life. But I've always felt a little weird and embarrassed for being the only one still wearing the hat at the end of the day. It's not a hat at all, it's just my head.
I won't say I'm not actually weird. But I belong to a group that does weird more spectacularly than any other. I'm not alone. I'm proud to be who I am. That's amazing, and not something I thought I'd ever feel for the parts of myself I'd otherwise deemed unforgivably strange and unlovable my whole life.
One thing that I feel has changed about how I experience my identity is that as I have grown older, I have lost the feeling that I need to justify it; both to myself and others. When I first joined the community I was desperate to neatly categorize it into "psychological" or "spiritual", and to know exactly what caused me to be this way, be it imprinting or past lives or misplaced spirit. None of these felt right though. As time went on I have grown to be perfectly fine with not categorizing my identity. I am just a wolf. Its not exactly psychological, not exactly spiritual, and who knows what exactly caused it - and that's ok. The more I've thought about it, the more the need to put every part of myself into nice categories feels painfully human. I don't need to fit nicely into little labels, my experiences are all I need, and my experiences are that I am a wolf.
I guess what I'm trying to say is don't feel bad if you don't know exactly what makes you what you are, and try not to stress too much about fitting yourself into one label. Identity is complex, nebulous, and completely unique to you. The chances of your personal identity fitting perfectly into a category made by someone else are astronomically low, and that's ok. You can just be unapologetically you without having to try to justify it through someone else's means. Just being what you are is what matters.
My body responds to the urge to prick up my ears by involuntarily pricking up my pinky and index fingers. My partner giggles every time.
Yall get stuff like that?
My ears actually respond to the urge for movement hoe a feline's ears can! I know how to wiggle my ears so they respond to it though of course its limited by not being able to 'swivel'
Oh same! I taught myself how to wiggle my ears as a kid so I could feel like I was emoting properly. The finger reflex just makes up for the range of movement that human ears still lack
Cat therian. This just inspired me to look in the mirror in dim lighting and use my hands to mimic the swivel of my ears. It's actually so meaningful - I can't wear cat ears headbands because they feel paralyzed - and I just started crying. Thank you guys.
Oh that's a wonderful idea. I'm definitely gonna have to try that one soon. I'm very happy for you and thank you muchly for sharing ♡
listen i do not mean this in a furry way at all and i know the actual tread of this would be ass but let me say. i would very much like it if there were boots that made animal tracks instead of boot tracks. i just think thatd be neat
doc marten edition this one goes out to the goths
*inhales* COWBOYS CATBOYS MILVES AND DILVES COME GET YA JUICE!!!!!!
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