‘St. Sebastian’, 1789 by François-André Vincent (1746-1816). French Neoclassical painter.

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‘St. Sebastian’, 1789 by François-André Vincent (1746-1816). French Neoclassical painter.
not to alarm anyone but this is my actual true form
ANGEL NUMBER 333
angel post reblog if you're angel
the massive power of trains yet confinement to a single path makes them comparable to angels
The Roses of Heliogabalus (detail), 1898 oil on canvas Lawrence Alma-Tadema
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“Elijah in the Wilderness” 1878. by Frederick Leighton
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hello could you please reblog if you post about / are: ☁️ angelkin ☁️ demonkin / daemonkin ☁️ overall kin things ☁️ beautiful buildings ☁️ gold aesthetic ☁️ white aesthetic ☁️ anything angel related
Hey other kin promo me? I’m Roslyn and I’m a new angelkin blog :3 I love you 💞
tired: fallen angels grieving about getting kicked out of heaven
inspired: fallen angels making memeing to cope
me: babe u look like an angel :)
her:
angels' wings changing color to match their emotions like mood rings
wait no
MOOD WINGS
Dearest Caretaker, I think this body was not meant for me. I have the strong memories of having wings once. I have a strong dream of falling deep into icy water, only to be pulled out and clutched to a chest far too hot to be human. Any thoughts as to why? I offer the desire to fly, the ache in my back across my shoulderblades, and the many nightmares of falling from the sky.
WHO KNOWS WHATS RATTLING AROUND IN YOUR SOUL IT COULD MEAN JUST ABOUT ANYTHING
Frederic Leighton - Elijah in the Wilderness