hir·aeth
/‘hir,āeth/
noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.
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hir·aeth
/‘hir,āeth/
noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.
me n my angel gf
me, bleeding from my eyes nose and ears: bb ur hand is so…….so……….uh,
her: Ḓ̬̱͘͢ͅO̸͉̳̖͉̙ ͔͜N͓̮̦̱͝O̧͇̙̲̜͔T͇̯̮̦̖̖ ͙͇͇̖̝̹͜B̧҉͍͈̭̭̰̳͙ͅE̴̗̱̫ ̛̞͞ͅA̶̡͙̞̪̞̻̰̬̦F̛̗͙̗̲̦͕̟̙́R̶͍͉̠̖͖̮̀́A̦̠̮̜̺͟I͓̻͢͞Ḓ̹͇̮̬͈
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The Setting of the Sun - François Boucher -1752
The cathedral „Frauenkirche“ located in munich
angelic aesthetics
the smell of roses
flushed cheeks
ribbons in your hair
flower petals
kisses on your hand
heart shaped lockets
soft bed sheets
dancing freely
longing for love
angelic aesthetics
the smell of roses
flushed cheeks
ribbons in your hair
flower petals
kisses on your hand
heart shaped lockets
soft bed sheets
dancing freely
longing for love
Being an angel isn’t all grace and beauty and holiness.
Being an angel could be laying awake at 4am, crying as you stare up at the sky, because you know you’re something bigger, something holy and divine, and you miss your siblings, you miss the sky.
A lot has happened since I was last on. I believe new companionship would be very nice.
other angels: i am infinite holy light and golden blood, my voice is still radiant and glorious and i will not dim: i am still celestial
me, lying face-down on the floor: i took 27 caffeine pills and had a conversation with g-d he says he's putting us all in foster care
nostalgia for angelkin pt.2
rain sprinkling across the heavens. ripples across the ponds and puddles in the stone pathways. the sound of the rain was soft and cleansing.
a giant bathing area for all heavenly bodies. it looked like a lake, but the water was consistently shallow, only about 2 feet deep. angels and fae played in the water; pretending to be fountains, splashing and dancing and taking birdbaths.
a temple where fledglings grew, learned and played. it was a large building, the inside was like a library. full of books, large windows, and ledges for angels to sit on while they read. it was quite peaceful. a harp was consistently being played. the ceiling was glass. warm, yellow light filtered between the tall shelves. outside fledglings rested in trees with golden leaves and played in fountains. despite the fact that they were young, they always seemed to stay somewhat quiet.
a shoreline gazing across a great ocean. sand dunes littered the beach, made of soft white sand. ammophila grass sprouted up through the sand dunes and into the forest behind the beach. farther down, the dunes shaped into a cliffside overlooking the pristine blue waves. many kisses, dances, and songs took place on that cliff. the wind was soft and cool.
Just some makeup ideas for the angels out there who want to look more ethereal 🌟💫💕