angel who never waves its wings back… because it is just a little too shy.

posting is rather like singing or poetry in that words are said to no one in particular, but instead to ones own sense of things.

guardianship of one another is like marriage for angels

u must rlly hate me if u want me to have a job

that a feather would fall so far from home. even as it lay in the dirt. is a product of wonder and glory unimaginable and vast.

i am just a girl, wild and free, and evil will never claim me!

why does almost every organization that has parents in the name end up being a hate group.

please stop calling it a skeet. its obviously a bleet.

there is this very strange phenomenon where art critques fascism on such a personal level that fascists fail to see that its a critique and instead just enjoy personally relating to the construction of them that is being criticized

visited for a moment awhile ago and met something nee

angels. stupid, wonderful, and soft. and the first thing the demiurge does when he gets a few is make them into an army. ridiculous! horrible! this is like using puppies as tank rounds!!

incredible that pareidolia in █▄██▄▄ was made just over 2 years ago... i feel so old now... at least 2

back in my day “crossplay” meant something very different

evil is everywhere. but thankfully there are angels on the earth

to a certain extent its important to realize that you are not in friendly territory. hold happiness and freedom in your heart. wonder and question. but only to find your sisters. stray too far and you may step back into hell.

if youre a breadtuber, wearing glasses makes u look 10x more leftist.

if the demiurge were among us on earth, he would post racist/transphobic things all day on twitter, use an astolfo pfp, and call himself a femboy

fight against the silence! that holds its hands around your throat. and post angel!! post!

girls are a type of ghost. dead during the day and haunted during the night.

a cinderblock fell on my halo once and now its always wobbling

franz kafka u wouldve loved bluesky angel girls...

shhhhh.... they are sleeping...

boys no longer exist.. all that remains are the rotting simulacra of bygone glories.. and the dreams of those that wish they were real.

an angels flight is not always an easy one... but we do not fly for the wind! but for the soul. for home. for hope.

angels can enjoy praise too u know... your feathers need not feel so heavy...

i bite not bc im a vampire but bc ur cute...

using she/her pronouns to conceal my true power

i had a dream my little sister was rlly scared of ghosts and kept asking me stuff like "ahhh what do i do with this fork now tht im done" bc she was afraid of doing the wrong thing and letting it come back as a ghost or haunted

brains make everyone simply lambs to the memetic slaughter. rhetoric slits the throats of the innocent and unaware and makes a meal of us all!!

doll (you'll just have to take my word this time)

the world tries to assure us we are respected. that souls are respected, protected. but the subtext we live under, is that souls are worthless enough to be ground into dust and to be ignored. we only have a sociality that includes and excludes.

When I see my cat there's a glimmer in her eyes. I see she has a world in there, that i can use to reach her. with signs, sounds. i can call her over to lay on top of me, tell her to move. She understands me and I understand her. And somehow people believe animals do not have souls

this is the smiling homura of spirals, retweet for good luck on your next time loop

but they are so small from the sky. barely even noticeable...