Avian Culture Is Species Euphoria From Going On Roller Coasters

stimboard for : a crow therian with nature and trinket stims

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You might not be able to see them, but my ears perk up when you call my name - my tail anxiously swings side to side while i’m waiting for something, and my wings stretch out and ache when I gaze at the sky.

You can’t see them, but you can feel them, can’t you?

I can feel them for both of us.

the void is the most dangerous thing while also being the safest

which am i to you ?

the animal urge to bite and chew to relieve an itch. gotta gnaw on your own damn paw, it’s the only way to get rid of itch. ya gotta.

can I get an "ooh... yeah..." from my fellow phantom winged folk who have back problems from carrying them around

I want to be free.

To soar across the infinite skies.

To run my fingers through a lake as I glide over top of it.

To cling to a telephone pole and sit atop a streetlight.

To sit up high, maybe a rooftop, maybe a building ledge, anything at all, where nobody can bother me.

the dragon urge to nest and curl up so so nice and comfy

i miss my wings. i miss the weight of them. the stability they gave me. i wish i had my wings so i could just fly away from all of the pain and anger and anxiety i have when im here on the ground, surrounded by people and sounds. All my problems would be solved and everything would be okay if i could just fly into the sky for a few minutes and just float above it all without having to worry about anything. I feel like that would make me normal and maybe a little more sane.