Namelessnephalem - Infernal Halo

i wish i could feel my wings again, and that i could stretch them, even though they were so frustrating and isolating to have, i now feel so not myself without them

they were unwanted, but i had them, and now i miss them for that, cuz i now know i was always meant to have them

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

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

can i sit on the floor in front of you and lay my head on your knees while you tell me i'm your favorite and as long as i remain devoted to you you will never ever ever stop loving me. platonically of course

angel whose wings are made of waterfalls and whose halo is the rising sun

“why do you stretch your shoulderblades so much?” my wings boy. boy my wings

I want to fly far away

I want to lay in the dirt

I want to recharge my battery

I want to bear my fangs

I want to sharpen my claws

I want to ascend to another plain

I want to transform

I want to become

I am myself

I want to prove it

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

mortality shackles me to the ground. it drags me to its level, a crushing weight on my back where my wings belong.

I've been having so many angel shifts recently, and surprisingly, I've been having more godkin ones, which is nice - I haven't had one in a few months.

Sometimes, I would have an angel shift and also a wolf shift, I find it a little funny cause I'm an angel disguised as a wolf.