#shifting thoughts

: : S / O E X T R A S.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝓽hey’re fluent in all 5 love languages when it comes to you, but especially yours.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝓽heir eyes soften every time they look at you, like the world stops spinning for a moment.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝔂ou often catch them staring at you like you’re a work of art they’ve never seen before.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝔀hen you speak, they don’t just listen. They study you; your lips, your hands, the sparkle in your eyes.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝓮ven in a room full of people, they only seem to see you. You’re their focal point, always.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝓽hey’re incredibly emotionally intelligent and grounded. They never gaslight, dismiss, or ignore your feelings.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝓲f someone disrespects you, their voice drops a full octave and they’ll check that person on sight.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝔀hen someone mentions you, their face lights up. your name tastes like sweetness on their tongue.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝔀hen you’re overwhelmed, they know how to make you feel safe without making you feel weak. they see the strength in your softness.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝓽hey physically can’t go a day without touching you in some way; hand-holding, forehead kisses, protective arms wrapped around your waist from behind. (In a way where you're comfortable of course.)

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝔂ou always feel emotionally held with them, like the world can fall apart, but not them. not with you.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝔂ou can talk for hours about everything and nothing. It never gets boring with them.

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝔂our emotions are sacred to them. they never try to “fix” you, just hold space and hold you.

Infinite realities means that there are infinite possibilities and everything can exist. In some realities you have a brain in some realities your brain works differently. In other realities you don’t have a brain.

We grew up here in this reality with our perspective being of someone who is born here, which is why it may be hard for a lot of shifters here to wrap their heads around things that may seem abnormal to us, because of how we grew up here.

But you can script anything. There’s no such thing as being unrealistic in the multiverse, you can script that you have wings that can retract in your body in your DR.

You can script that there’s no atmosphere but people can still somehow breathe and that would make sense. You could script that everyone was only happy and you could live only a happy life but still be just as fulfilled without the bad things.

No you don’t need suffering to appreciate the good. No it’s not the norm. No you won’t carry trauma into other realities if you don’t wish. You won’t get trauma if you don’t wish. You can script what you want. Realism doesn’t exist in the multiverse. “Realism” is a concept that operates from this reality and was created FOR this reality.

Therefore it cannot be applied to every single reality in the multiverse. This reality is just one reality of infinite. Just one reality out of the infinite realities in the multiverse. It doesn’t determine anything.

Script what you want no matter how unrealistic it would be called here. Script you have a hundred powers. Script you are a twenty feet tall elf with wings. Script that you are a cosmic entity that can juggle planets if you wish.

You have infinity and eternity ahead of you so don’t spend it limiting yourself.

hiii thank you so much!! <3

after almost 2 years of trying literally every method on the menu (including redoing my nighttime routine 40 different ways), i hit a point of cognitive fatigue. i realized i wasn’t failing because i wasn’t doing enough. i was failing because i kept assuming i had to do specific things in order to shift. so i used @hrrtshape’s anti-method (linked here) and let the assumption unravel. i laid down, let my brain spiral, and held a single thought like a match in the dark:

“what if i already shifted and just forgot?”

that was it. not a hypothesis, not a question to test, but just an epistemic interruption. something that bypassed all my intellectual resistance. the shift happened when the assumption collapsed. i stopped treating the dr like a destination and started recognizing it as default. i wasn’t locked out. i was just still playing along with a story that said i was.

and yeah, my brain fought it. it tried to fact-check me back into place. “you're still in your room.” “you're not shifting.” “you're still in your cr.” and that’s fine. it’s supposed to do that. i didn't argue back. i just kept holding that thought that i'd forgotten i'd shifted. once you let go of the narrative, the mind doesn't know how to defend its own limitation.

so if you’re exhausted from trying? good. that’s your entry point. that’s the system cracking. let it. not in defeat, but in relief. the void isn’t something you summon. it’s what’s left when you stop performing.

i didn’t shift by effort. i shifted because i stopped assuming i hadn’t. you’re already in your dr, you have already shifted.

None of the cars or public transportation disturb your sleep, your tranquility stays intact no matter what. The noise from neighbors and the city in general is never that bad.

The public transportation/subways are never dirty or dangerous. They're not known for how bad they are, instead for how well kept they are. Drunk people on trains are not as common.

The streets also aren't dirty and the people a lot more welcoming. You don't get weird stares or people cussing you out randomly.

There are enough jobs for everyone and you never have to struggle in the city with high rent apartments or bad apartments for a lot of money.

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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