Not to be gay but I'd let you preen my wings. As homies, y'know.
the angelic urge to enter a room and corrupt every screen, flicker every light, and implode every window just to say hello
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
"You wearing a collar in public is bad cuz I didn't consent" you wearing a bracelet in public is bad cuz I didn't consent to it.
Yall don't really have a right to consent to other peoples clothes.
I really do just long for my wings again
i want someone to tend to my wings. i want someone to preen them as i lay down, sickly. i want to protect someone with them, and i want to cover myself up fully with them.
please give me back my wings.
need someone to pet me on the head and call me a good boy for mental health reasons
Oh, to feel My wings again…
it’s “everyone deserves love and respect” and “be yourself!!” until the person standing in front of you feels comfortable enough to look you dead in the eyes and tell you they aren’t human
The Angels want you to delete twitter btw