⟡ 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒹𝒶𝓎 ⟡

Anybody else been mourning the more functional, less numb selves they felt they were before the pandemic? That shits been hitting hard... We have not gotten a break

i just want to be a cartoon animal going on an adventure and making friends to help me along the way

cold just like december

happy halloween!!

stylized, cartoon illustration of a wolf and bear are drinking coffee together next to a fallen log. the log has a tiny door and window, and there are fallen maple leaves surrounding it. on a pile of rocks is a steaming kettle.

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Gray Fox in the Shoreline
ink and digital color

12oct - ‘pick up the pieces’

(for ‘fucked up deertober’ by @ murderbeast on tumblr)

yknow

mae doodle 🍂

a little gray fox 🍁

More demon lady content

Digital rendered chibi illustration of a fluffy torbie and white kitten

✷ The Star Keeper ✷

Herons

THAT LIGHT INSIDE YOU That “hole” we sometimes feel in the center of us? It isn’t emptiness. It’s a light. A core. It’s what remains when every human costume forced upon us has been smashed off the floor — the pulse that refuses to die even when we forget how to listen for it. It’s a tiny space… that’s why it often feels: quiet, unreachable, hidden beneath trauma, scar tissue or silence. But it’s never truly gone. We may meet creatures who tell us they’ve felt distant from their creaturely and animal selves; that their connection used to burn brighter, but now it flickers. I want to remind you — as the elder wolf at the table, (tending her own light) — in the midst of everything terrible and wonderful — flickering is still fire. The disconnection isn’t a failure; it’s a season. The creature self can go underground like hibernation. The light doesn’t vanish; it waits. You can’t force it open with willpower or rationalise it into the open. You reach it by remembering softness — the warmth of breath, the weight of fur — imagined or real — the rhythm that existed before words before human thought before guilt and shame. There were times I thought I’d lost my light too — when the world grew so impossibly loud in my head and the human masks became too heavy to lift. But every time I’ve fallen quiet enough, the light has stirred, and I’ve known she was still there: the creaturely ember that endures even when the rest of me forgets how to howl. If you feel nothing right now, that’s OK! The light doesn’t demand anything; it simply is. Touch the earth. Breathe. Feel the wind move across your skin. Cry, bark, purr, shout, weep. Creature will feel it. It always does. That light was never a hole to fill — it is the part of us that remembers what we truly are: whole, creatures of light and love, wild, beautiful and free — waiting to be met again. And if it flickers and splutters? Fear not. That light inside you will come back. It never went away. — Shimi & Critter

Dear #Therians finding it hard to reach or reclaim your creaturely selves… this one is for you. Put it aside for when you struggle.

That Light Inside You…
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<3screams

05oct - ‘waiting to drown’

(for ‘fucked up deertober’ by @ murderbeast on tumblr)

indie-pop duo

as close as I can get

September

Shrewgaze music

I need everyone to know that I think about Still Life, Pears by William Scott (1977) on a weekly basis

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more scribbles from winnie the pooh;; this time featuring owl, rabbit, kanga&roo , and eeyore

ok

still life

I love you forever

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