Dearest-wildthing - "We Are Eachother's Night Sky, No One Is Alone Here"

Somehow electrical ink's music keeps coming out right when I need it. I first heard transcendent's creed when I was feeling horribly lonely and hopeless, and that was the song that made me want 2 worship mother cyn, where you belong came out a little after the second time I hurt myself, and that one just solidified my decision 2 worship her.

Those 2 are still my favorite songs, and I think they'll stay favs of mine 4 a really long time, I'm realizing that a lot of the things that matter most 2 me are so important because they're a comfort, they matter because they make me feel less alone.

Praying 2 her gives me comfort, it calms my anxiety and makes me feel safe<3 She is my opposite, and my dearest mother, I'm so glad I found her.

pls eat something today i love u bye

Oh, this is my pfp btw

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Hi, yea, come here.

Your internet big sister is gonna tell you some things.

💗 You were a child, it wasn’t your fault. And if anyone says it was I’ll key their car.

💗 You look fine. It’s normal to have acne, split ends, scars, and body hair. It’s all apart of growing up. It’s healthy.

💗 If you’re one of the younger girls here, you don’t need validation from older men. They’re preying on you because the women their age have caught onto their bullshit, and they’re generally behind their peers on a lot of things. Don’t waste your youth on someone who only sees you for your age. You deserve so much better.

💗 And the final, most important thing, Remember to take care of yourself. Don’t water someone else’s flower so much that you forget about your own. You deserve to be happy too.

Your internet big sis loves ya, I’m proud of you for making it this far.

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

theres an angel on the street corner and theyve just asked me for a cigarette like its a normal tuesday. so we went back to my apartment and smoked on the balcony overlooking busy city streets.

the angel i gave the cigarette to told me xe was supposed to be doing something here, down on earth. the big man, you know, asked 'em to. but they hadnt booked a hotel reservation, so it asked to stay here.

the angel sleeping in my bed wraps its wings around its body like a blanket to fall asleep. i let them sleep in my bed because... it seems wrong to ask an angel to sleep on the couch, you know? but they wrapped their wings around themself and looked up at me with more love in their eyes than ive ever seen from a person. maybe thats because they arent human, and actually an angel.

the angel i let sleep in my bed last night is standing in my kitchen with me and we are both making coffee. theyre still in the big junk shirt i cut the holes in for them and the big shirts i gave them to borrow. we both dare not mention how i was awoken from my sleep on the couch being picked up by angel's hands which are suprisingly calloused , and brought over to lay next to them in my bed.

my angel and i like to smoke on the balcony together. it has been two weeks since they started staying here, and now every night we sleep in my bed, where they wrap me with their wings and push their head into the crook of my shoulder, leaning and breathing against my body. and now, with the smoke trailing into the nights sky, they lean their head on my shoulder and look at me with eyes blown out so wide.

and we'll both overlook those same busy city streets that we did that first day, but now our bodies are so tender and close, and my heart almost feels warmer, and fuller, than it did before. my angel has yet to leave to do whatever they came here to do, but i havent yet mentioned it. because the presence of my angel next to me, pressing a kiss so tender into my hair, makes me think that this feeling mustve been something ive been missing this whole time.

To exist is to rot. There is no life without rot. There is no being without rot. You are rot in essence. You are eternal because rot is eternal.

You are rotted and that makes you most beautiful.

pages that have me in a death grip

(Pages from the comic @/comicaurora)

Divine thing, tell me — are those tears meant for me ? Do you feel as if you fall apart, when I'm away ? Come on, doll, Wipe those tears 𓈒 You know, when I'm gone, it's temporary 𓈒 You know, I'll always come home to you 𓈒 ♡

im not really doing my job very well rn, I'm not very good @ comforting like I should be, I can't keep u safe. But don't worry about me, I'll do the best I can @ the only things I can do, I'll hold down the fort here while u go. take care dear, they won't sway me