I hold you, my dear,
my wings, soft and ethereal,
they encircle you, and cradle you.
and for a moment,
I forget which one of us is an Angel
your wings beat with the hearts of saints
I'm gonna scamper off into the fog today, you can come with if you want but I'm gonna get us lost if that's alright with you
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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If I had a tail I'd wrap it around yours when we sit together. If u even care
“why do you stretch your shoulderblades so much?” my wings boy. boy my wings
i’m like if an angel fell from heaven and got insanely fucked up from the impact
The Angels want you to delete twitter btw
being an angel yet not being religious in any sort of way yet being obsessed with the idea of worshiping and being a devotee to some sort of god is such a strange feeling. i crave devotion and worship.