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i wish i had big soft wings to protect myself and my friends
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claw out viscera, screaming, tear out the stomach and sick heart that hungers, stare god in the eyes as you rip them apart with your teeth. sob to the father WHY DID YOU MAKE ME? now collapse at the silence, collapse when he does nothing. now look at bloody hands and see that you've only punished yourself.
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there's a hole in your soul (and something's trying to get out)
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heartial
sem·pi·ter·nal
/ˌsempəˈtərnl/
adjective eternal and unchanging; everlasting.
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When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.
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#fdff8a
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#ffe680
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This user is an angel
Being Angelkin is just like I want to run away. I want to fly. I want to go home. My home is gone. My home never existed. This is not my body. This is not my life. This is not real. I am not real. My wings are gone yet my back still aches. My wings are heavy but I feel light as air. I can fly. I am falling. I am an atheist. I love God with all my soul. God abandoned me, He turned me from my home and I will never forgive Him. I'm tired. I'm so, so tired. I want to go home.
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starry fields
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my hands are clumsy. my heart is clumsy. please, oh please, be gentle on me.
Angelic Things
- Knowing things. Not knowing exactly what the thing is, but knowing just enough.
- Mist, soft rain, blue yet cloudy skies, small pools of clear water.
- Being surrounded by fluffy, soft objects of comfort but still managing to feel cold.
- A need to comfort and nurture anyone you deem worthy.
- Clicking with animals almost automatically.
- Green tea, hot chocolate, apple juice, milk and honey, sweet lemonade, ice water.
- When the wind blows past you on a sunny day and you feel a strange sense of nostalgia.
- Deeming random objects or creatures “beautiful” simply because them existing makes you happy.
- Gentle forehead kisses.
- A sense of disconnect in the way that makes you feel like you’re floating in the background of life.