If I Look Up From Preening My Wings And Stare At You, Be Not Afraid, Feel At Ease, Feel Honored,

Being out with a bunch of alterhuman friends / supporters is amazing. I can just be an Angel and be seen as an Angel and be called an Angel! It’s nothing weird, funny, ridiculous, or whatever. It’s just “Ah, there’s the Angel!”

the angelic urge to enter a room and corrupt every screen, flicker every light, and implode every window just to say hello

Not to be gay but I'd let you preen my wings. As homies, y'know.

Here’s a reminder that species dysphoria is very real and can bring someone the same amount of pain and depression (if not more) as a trans person’s gender dysphoria.

"such a sleepy angel" fuck yeah I am more wing scritches please :3

can i cancel my subscription to being human i don't like this anymore

Nothing hurts more than your favorite person turning into a life lesson

“And god said… ‘send them without wings so no one suspects they are angels’”

i want someone to tend to my wings. i want someone to preen them as i lay down, sickly. i want to protect someone with them, and i want to cover myself up fully with them.

please give me back my wings.