NO WAY THEYRE MAKING SICK AS HELL ANIMATIONS TO A BUBBLE GUPPIES SONG

wrapping you all in my wings, holding you with my tail, it's going to be okay, it will get better

angel hierarchy of needs

Oh, this is my pfp btw

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its funny, my lady, we are the antithesis of eachother. ur void is dark, mine is only light, ur embrace is cool, mine is warm. I wish I could properly speak 2 u, u have done so much 4 me, thank u

I can and will stretch this whole "duality of divinity" metaphor as far as I possibly can

angel's field

I need to wrap myself in my wings so badly. I need to curl up on my side, legs tucked to my chest with one arm under my head and the other around my knees, my tail curled to contour my legs, the feathers at the tip near my head, one wing sort of awkwardly scrunched behind me so I’m not squishing it while the other is folded over my head and upper body, my face buried in my feathers so I can’t see anything else, but I just know that I’m safe.

I miss my wings. I’m scared and featherless and so, so tired of being human. I’m so over this. I want to go home but home doesn’t exist here, not in this world.

Hound

angels who work retail somehow always ending up with customers who spill their life stories in aisle H12