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Rebecca Yanovska. Canadian artist.

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People who kin Lucifer usually scare me a lot, but you don’t. You’re so nice.

First of all, thank you.

Second of all, I can be scary! I’m so scary!

pawstamp

“i can be scary”

your lizard’s middle name is bean

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And he’s a ferocious little bean Paul.

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"I can be scary" Literally an hour ago, I walked in on you baby-talking a snake and telling him what a lovely, wiggly young man he is.

#this is the weirdest co-worker relationship i've ever had and i'm living for it #love you satan #uwu

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Angel on Earth

I.

It’s 11 pm and once again they’re swaying back and forth on the rusting swing set. They can’t even remember when they got there but it doesn’t matter because all they can focus on are the stars pulling them upwards. Higher, higher their legs take them and the chilling breeze rustles their hair [feathers]. With closed eyes they can almost mimic the feeling of flying, resisting the urge to just let go. They kick the moon as they desperately reach for the starry night sky that’s calling them, calling them to come back home.

II.

It’s Sunday morning and they’re standing in front of the old church, again. Their heart clenches at the stained glass windows adorned with the images of familiar winged ones, shining with energy to only be described as bittersweet. The presence of such a holy place sends an unexplainable feeling erupting through their veins, and nostalgia sets in their bones. Yet, the choruses of “Hallelujah” pouring from the cracked door fill their heart to the brim and send their spirit soaring with adrenaline; with power.

III.

The clock reads 3:17 am as they sit on their bed wrapped in a blanket, hands warm from the mug of half-drunken tea. Moonlight shines through the blinds and creates the illusion of dancing shadows across the room. They gaze at the shadows silently and attempt to ignore the flashing memories pooling their mind. It’s one of those nights again. Images of familiar yet unknown spirits roll like a movie, and they swear for a moment they could hear their laughter. They close their eyes, trying to catch a clearer glimpse of the color of their wings, and the way their halo glistens. Their shaky fingers reach to touch the cotton clouds in their dreams, and desperately grasp onto the fleeting feeling of home.

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I arrive on earth

Man: lusted after

Sin: committed

Grace: gone

I am FORCIBLY stripped from my wings

Soon.

Angels do not serve anyone.

We are warriors, not servants.

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Herbert James Draper (1863/4-1920) “Day and the Dawnstar” (1906) Oil on canvas Classicism Currently in a private collection

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modernangelsuggestion

hey luci why doesnt dad answer any of my prayers? its because i call him daddy isnt it

See normally I tell people that He totally does answer it’s just with “deal with it yourself” but it sounds like He’s blocked you for that yeah

#shitposting

silversarcasm

if you had to drop out of a class you are not a failure

if you had to take time off school you are not a failure

if you had to leave school for good you are not a failure

your worth is not determined by academia and this goes doubly so for disabled people and others for whom school is set against them

#pos

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Spring’s soft whispers (by moodyfan (Julie))

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A Heaven where I disagreed with my siblings was lonely, but an Earth without them by my side is lonelier.

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“mouthful of white hot fire, tongue coated in poison, ragged nails painted in my own blood; there’s a hunger in me, something vicious a thirst to be celestial, godly, divine– and yet.”

— aphelion | a.w. (via anakkin)