Foods I Like As A Fallen Angelkin:

I want to be free.

To soar across the infinite skies.

To run my fingers through a lake as I glide over top of it.

To cling to a telephone pole and sit atop a streetlight.

To sit up high, maybe a rooftop, maybe a building ledge, anything at all, where nobody can bother me.

I love picturing posts made by kins/therians/voidpunks (and sometimes furries) as being typed out by their actual perception of self versus my own idea of them.

Like. That post you just reblogged? A cat typed it out. With its funny little paws. A cat took the time out of its day to type out that post you reblogged

That “person” you’re dming? You’re chatting with an angel, actually. They’re typing with their graceful, beautiful hands, chatting with you

That guy who draws the comics you like? He’s a big purple crocodile. He said so himself. Look, it’s in his profile picture!

Like wow! We’re all so different and unique! That’s super cool!

I need to stretsh my wings fuck my back hurts so bad.

I feal like I could aliviate at least 60% of my pain by just ACTUALY STRETSHING MY WINGS BUT WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?!?

Taking the time to make a little nestling space for yourself.

The urge to curl up in blankets and relax on the warm moss-filled floor of a twiggy, dimly lit nest corner and recede into the feathers of your wings.

Imagining yourself soaring out over the tops of mountainscapes and lakes. Brushing your fingers along the grass or water surface.

Taking time out of your day to indulge in your own self-image. Your true image.

real photo of me

WING BLANKET WING BLANKET

look it's me! Emoji made by @sleepingcatemojis so all credit goes to them ☆

Avian culture is species euphoria from going on roller coasters

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