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There’s something about this specific kind of creature/aesthetic I’m seeing that I’m relating to so deeply
fallen angel often implies silly things to people. sure, i've fallen from "grace", but it's like falling into the arms of a lover. i leaned back and trusted the earth to catch me. despite all her flaws i love her and she loves me back, and she gives me the space to become a new, healthier version of myself. im much better off now, even if im forever poisoned in the eyes of some.
Human flesh is restricting. A poorly made skin suit stitched too tightly around the awareness, its discomfort bringing along nothing but fatigue. To peel it off would be freeing, if only for a short while. I often wonder if doing so would be worth it.
He finds me in every dream, and even if He changes His face, i always know it is Him. i wake with longing in my heart and the faint, fading memories of Him. i yearn to spend my life sleeping just to feel His presence. i do not know who He is. He does not give me His name.
the alterhuman articles vol. 1 (courtesy of the two-faced god)
I know you desperately miss your true form. I know your wings ache from the atrophy of having them folded behind your back for so long. I know you hate to see photos of yourself smiling because you can't see your fangs anymore. You see muddy paw prints as you walk to the bus stop and remember how you used to run wild on all fours through the Carpathian mountains. I know. You were something beautiful.
I just... want you to try and love yourself in this body, too. That's all I want for you. I want you to take your meds and drink plenty of water. I want you to take nice, hot showers. I want you to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and be able to see things about this body that you love. Maybe it's the little scar through your eyebrow or your long eyelashes or your curly hair. I don't know. I don't know you. And I know what I want for you feels damn near impossible a lot of the time, because it feels damn near impossible for myself.
Still, just... you are worthy of love. Try to love yourself. Right here. Right now. Not just because I love you (and I do). But because you're made of stardust, the very fabric of the universe. You're incredible - no matter what form you take.
With love and light and other such bullshit,
the two-faced god
Mount Saint Helens, May 1980
i find it frustrating that the nature of humanity is to forget. Civilizations rise, make their discoveries, reunite with the DiViNE, just to fall and forget. An endless cycle. Over and over. Like an eternal game of hide and seek. Does the DiViNE enjoy this? One would hope so. It must be so lonely to have children cursed to forget you again and again. To watch them look to the stars for any meaning with eyes that can't recognize you yet. Until the tides turn and suddenly they all remember, for a few short centuries, and reach toward you with arms open. They get so close each time. But their nature is always to fall. One must imagine the DiViNE happy.
Not a vampirekin blog, but Godkins of Tumblr, wouldn't it feel nice to drink someone's blood? Like, getting someone to be so devoted to you that they're completely willing to let you drink the elixir that grants them life? For them to be willing to give you their own life just because you're their God ?
when you whisper my name.... please let it be of love and praise. and please hold my vessel as something important to this world.
others have hurt it enough.
i have hurt it enough.
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