i think it’s so funny how antis try to use “go get a job” and “go to school” in order to insult shifters. like 90% of shifters i’ve seen have been employed or are actively pursuing education on various levels (sometimes both)

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your reality is REAL. it is not just some fanfiction that you are going to live out, you will feel, you will feel just as deeply as you do here.

﹒ ⋆ a love letter

shifting to me is the crackle of the fire, the heat of it when I sit to close, the half of myself that is facing away feeling the chill of cold seeping through the cracks of my home, the flip of pages from my father sitting in his rocking chair, an act so familiar to him but I need to commit it to memory, and hold it close because I’ve made it.

it’s stones prickling my feet with wiry grass, my hand holding on to who've known me for ages and I, consciously, only a few days but it feels like a lifetime with them. it’s familiar yet it’s not, my feet know the path ahead of me but my eyes do not. they call me by a name that’s only ever played in my head and I know I’ve made it.

it’s cold seeping in and chilling my bones from the lake, fingertips pruning and numb. the laughter that rings both familiar and foreign from my friends, dogs that nose me with kinship that I know deep in my bones. it’s shivering in the grass, tingles running up my spine from sun warming my back, hands fisting sand in my grip, caked beneath my nails is seaweed and dust and I know I’ve made it

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you will feel, you will feel so deeply

shifting is supposed to be fun, so protect your heart, make those precautions and feel, the texture of your table, of your clothes, remember that your dr is exactly like that

take a moment, a breath, feel your cr then change that, take away the texture of wherever your sitting and it make it your dr. change the consistency of your clothes, change the scent of the air, change how your heart feels, deep down, feel that you are there and you will be.

Me after long day of getting absolutely no work done, daydreaming about my dr, missing my s/o, scripting and scrolling on shiftblr

How my child self would look at me finding out I can go to any reality I want and instead of going to Barbie dream world I'm risking my life in other reality doing dumb ass shit

I still remember the summer morning I shifted. The sunlight that streamed through my window, birds chirped outside, and I could hear the familiar voices of my people from my DR just beyond my room. In that moment, my soul felt truly at peace

one day, you’ll celebrate your birthdays over there, and your wishes may turn softer, more resigned—no longer the desperate wishes you make now. these weeks of struggle will be no more than a fleeting thought, something you’ll brush off with a small giggle, then bury back in the deepest, dustiest shelves of your mind. you’ll look back at the nights you spent wondering if this was it, and you’ll laugh, and laugh, and laugh—a hollow but somehow full sound, at how little you knew then.

people think shifting is going through portals and some surreal experience. you do realise you just… wake up there, right? like you don’t go anywhere, you just blink and suddenly shit around you has changed. like yeah, woah!! cool!! but it’s not wizardry, people.

i enter pinterest on a mission to work on my dr’s boards but i always end up getting completely distracted by pictures of my s/o’s instead..

how to shift like I did (apparently)

If this isn't proof anyone can shift, idk what is.

me scripting that orgasms are even better in my other realities

"shifting isnt real"

ok i get to be a mermaid and you dont

guys. do you ever look at your s/o and you want to bite them. not in a weird way but in a ohmyfuckingdearlord youaresoprety i want to bite you because i love you so much arghhh ooooooga booga mwah kiss kiss rahhhh

so weird having been a shifter for so long that genuinely nothing phases me anymore. like you’ve lived 500 years across different realities? cool, cool, sounds fun. you heard voices and felt someone stroking your hair as you fell asleep? yeah, yeah, a regular tuesday for me. oh, parallel realities exist? …you didn’t know??

me scripting that he can't live w/o me, feels incomplete w/o me, fell in love with me at first sight, im the one for him, he's his best when with me, im his last thought when he gts and his first when he wakes up, im the best he's ever had/will have, the thought of us breaking up physically sickens him, absolutely head over heels in love with me, and that we're cosmically intertwined, soulmates, destined/meant to be, soul bonded & endgame