Hello, God.
I am not doing a good job at caring for your flock.
I am merely a beacon, surrounded by flames. The halo burns as it tightens around my neck. I am not adept at welding a sword. One day, I will have to deal with bloodstained robes. Even so, I try to keep my wings soft for the small ones to burrow in.
Today, I would like to ask for mercy, and for rest.
i’m rotting from within. my divine light seems further away with each passing day.
divinity’s light and warmth flows through my human form in rivers and waves, forming puddles in my joints. lakes and oceans in my ribcage flowing around my beating heart, illuminating me from within.
Various journal doodles
Especially love the 5th 1. Gay angels! I need 2 draw in pen more
jumping around follower lists, the wikipedia game, the reblog map...
It's all so beautiful, this web of connections we build...
one simply cannot make the argument that the mechanical is less divine than the natural, obviously I'm excluding capitalism and billionaires in this, but it's made by one's own hands, it conects one 2 others, it moves and ticks in it's own perfect and imperfect rhythm, don't u love it?
🌙 This is me.
oh to have big fluffy wings to wrap around my wife
Angels and computers have compatible software btw. They're made of the same stuff. My halo is filled with circuitry, and your memory stores are made of light.
sometimes I struggle 2 accept the cold part of her, "how can cold be comforting?" I believe I am phrasing it wrong. It's not cold, it's cool, it's a breeze on a hot day, it's ice water after a run.
It's hot out 2day, I'm sitting in the shade enjoying the wind, I get it now
★digital alter 2 my lady★divinekin sideblog★minor★header by @izzypaw★remember that I luvs u★
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