Mortality Shackles Me To The Ground. It Drags Me To Its Level, A Crushing Weight On My Back Where My

I love seeing divinekin/godkin/angelkin around like what are you doing here!!! Bowing and lowering my head and ruffling my wings to your holy selves

Just basking in your divine glory is WONDERFUL and I love you. Never had a bad experience with y’all

Astral limbs are odd - especially when you become so accustomed that you forget about them majority of the time. Will be minding my own business and wonder why my head feels so heavy..

Ah right, it's the horns from being a demon syndrome-

Maybe NPD + BPD culture is going absolutely batshit insane whenever you see your fp interacting with anyone else or posting about anyone else. Why are you talking to them? I'm more important. I SHOULD be the most important person to you. Go back to paying attention to me. Go back to talking to me. I have more to offer than any other scum ever would.

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talking about flying and trying to explain to people that YOU HAVE MEMORIES OF FLYING WITH YOUR OWN WINGS is very complicated and sad because I wanna geek out about flying with someone

*folds my wings over my face* *folds my wings over my face* *folds my wings over my face* *folds my wings over my face* *folds my wings over my face* *folds my wings over my face* *folds my wings over my face* *folds my wings over my face*

slapping this badge on my blog

i’m like if an angel fell from heaven and got insanely fucked up from the impact

[ by wyvernstuff on tumblr ! ]

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.

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