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A remake of my most popular post !
Hello^^ I'm trying to become more involved in the divine/angelkin community, so if you are Angelkin (or any type of divine being), demonkin, post about angels/demons/divine beings, or similar things, please like or reblog so that I can find blogs to follow! Thanks^^
- Edenain
Wow I’ve been here a long time.
I’m exactly the same and so, so different.
I wish when people saw me they would see something so utterly incomprehensible and question if what they are seeing is even real. something eldritch and inhuman and ethereal and divine and off.
unfortunately I currently lack the means to make that a reality.
Born to be immeasurably angry that im even having my time wasted with such a useless human concept
Forced to say "he/him"
"what are your pronouns?"
*ominous ethereal noises akin to the dying star which caused my birth*
Hi *flaps wings* *wraps wings around you* *pats your head with wings* *folds wings over face*
guardian angels are just glorified guard dogs in this essay I will–
wrapping my wings around my friends to keep them warm... then realizing all i've been doing is agressively moving my shoulderblades
i drawed again. wing anatomy
Reblog if you want asks and want moots but nobody is around
Sorry I’m feeling a bit angry this morning so here’s a friendly reminder:
Trump supporters are not welcome on this blog!
Not sure why they’d ever be following me in the first place, but I do not want them here.
theres an angel on the street corner and theyve just asked me for a cigarette like its a normal tuesday. so we went back to my apartment and smoked on the balcony overlooking busy city streets.
the angel i gave the cigarette to told me xe was supposed to be doing something here, down on earth. the big man, you know, asked 'em to. but they hadnt booked a hotel reservation, so it asked to stay here.
the angel sleeping in my bed wraps its wings around its body like a blanket to fall asleep. i let them sleep in my bed because... it seems wrong to ask an angel to sleep on the couch, you know? but they wrapped their wings around themself and looked up at me with more love in their eyes than ive ever seen from a person. maybe thats because they arent human, and actually an angel.
the angel i let sleep in my bed last night is standing in my kitchen with me and we are both making coffee. theyre still in the big junk shirt i cut the holes in for them and the big shirts i gave them to borrow. we both dare not mention how i was awoken from my sleep on the couch being picked up by angel's hands which are suprisingly calloused , and brought over to lay next to them in my bed.
my angel and i like to smoke on the balcony together. it has been two weeks since they started staying here, and now every night we sleep in my bed, where they wrap me with their wings and push their head into the crook of my shoulder, leaning and breathing against my body. and now, with the smoke trailing into the nights sky, they lean their head on my shoulder and look at me with eyes blown out so wide.
and we'll both overlook those same busy city streets that we did that first day, but now our bodies are so tender and close, and my heart almost feels warmer, and fuller, than it did before. my angel has yet to leave to do whatever they came here to do, but i havent yet mentioned it. because the presence of my angel next to me, pressing a kiss so tender into my hair, makes me think that this feeling mustve been something ive been missing this whole time.
The urge to turn biblically accurate.
soul that loves you, arms that hold you
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞
To threaten (with Divine vengeance), anathematize.
auguste rodin, the fall of icarus, 1895