angel of grief, william wetmore story \\ the civil war, anne sexton \\ a city like a guillotine shivers on its way to the neck, ilya kaminsky \\ slut, daphne gottlieb \\ the fallen angel, alexandre cabale \\ google search results \\ the fallen angel, willem de zwart \\ unknown \\ grief lessons: four plays by euripides, anne carson \\ tanerelle, ig
Vlad Fausto A.
‘This ___ is divine’ userboxes!! (Quad)
Painted over this old illustration to spruce up the rendering and brushwork a little 👁️
Magical Madeira, Portugal
michaelkagerer
When I look in the mirror, I don't associate my face or body with myself. I just see a pretty or ugly vessel staring right back at me. Because my soul belongs else where.
I am not human, atleast not this one
theyre pinning my wings to a cork board tomorrow
Bergstraße-Odenwald
l_j0t
I want giant soft wings that I can wrap around me to hide
here's from sunday with... you guessed it! the crows! 3.23.25
Shared a memory dream with my beloved a while ago, and ever since I've been called Divinity/Angel/God/Godling as a regular term of endearment... It brings me such joy, I truly can't understand it. My beloved worships me in her own way, and I cannot explain how much it makes me feel... Needed. Like I belong somewhere again- connected, to that time long since passed. I truly feel divine again when I am with her; I feel how I did with the one who showed me how to see... Imagine if their soul had carried over into what I now know as her? A nice thing to think about...
The fact that she heard my dream, and came to the conclusion that it must be a memory, all on her own, makes me want to be more open with her about other lives I recall. More than I can describe. But, if nothing else, this.. this is enough. To make a difference in my beloveds life- to provide her comfort and safety and joy, even if we are unable to see each other outside of pictures or long trips.
It makes me.. very happy