Need Someone To Pet Me On The Head And Call Me A Good Boy For Mental Health Reasons

Dear humans. I hope when you look at me you get the inexplicable feeling that there is something a little bit off and unsettling about me

i’ll love you like a dog and you’ll betray me like a man

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

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.

I told the woman who led the Shabbat service I just attended about the angelkin community and she wanted me to tell you that angels are non-binary and infertile (and thus inherently queer) and they have sex and the angels on top of the ark of the covenant are touching their wings together because they love each other.

Guys I just remembered im in a human body Im gonna throw up

mortality shackles me to the ground. it drags me to its level, a crushing weight on my back where my wings belong.

i need a devotee. someone who prays to me by candlelight at an altar they set up in my name.

i need to be divine and loved.

Shhhhh, you can go to sleep

It's alright

Use me as a nightlight

I emit a lovely glow

Use my wings as blankets

My feathers so soft

The whispers are a lullaby

It's alright, just close your eyes