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Maisha ni Yako.

I'm kind of scared. I know new medication will help me but I'm scared of losing this. I don't want to let go of this divinity. If it's all in my head and it stops these thoughts I'll miss that comfort, and if it's real and it still "works" it's turning my back on what I am

we were talking the other night, both high, having a little therapy session They said something along the lines of "We feel it more intense, actual humans experience all that differently" and I interpenetrated it backwards (they often refer to themself as "we") and for a split second, was like "they called me human, they've disowned me, they hate me, my god has abandoned me again, I thought they loved me, I can't believe this" I noticed that immediate downfall and raised it since we were talking about bpd, and was of course put to ease.

It's so bizarre. I want to revel in it with them, I want to get drunk and high and lay in the grass and talk about our origins. What we represent, how we're linked, what they mean to me, where I think we come from But it feels wrong, cruel, to insight that mania in them when I know they've got a job and responsibilities

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☆•°Antique Doll•°☆

English, 18th century

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and high up, further than they can see, you wait for me

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Angels are not all delicate, harmless beings. They have wrath, they are strong and powerful. Their many wings are mighty, halos sharp and forms bright enough to blind the strongest of eyes. Their holiness and hymns drive mortal men to madness. They are divinity in living form, and should be respected as such.

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This post goes out to the dirty angels. The angels who lie. The angels who fell in love with their protectee(s). The angels who yell at injustice through yellow teeth. The angels who wipe the blood of their faces, their knuckles, their body. The rejected angels. The impure angels. The angels who spite their god. The aggressive angels. The angels who would kill to be with them. The angels whose eyes cave in. The angels whose knees tremble. The weak angels. The frail angels. The angels that arent majestic or perfect in any way. The scared angels. The angels that live their lives in fear. The angels that will never see heaven again. The angels that turned their back against God. This post is dedicated to the sinners.

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To the disabled angels, fallen angels, demons, gods, voids, and any other consuming beings:

The human body and mind are not supposed to harbor the sheer energy and power that you possess. It wears them down way faster, causing mental handicap and physical stress.

It’s okay to be frustrated, even spiteful, due to the difficulties you face every day. I’m not going to tell you to stop being angry, but do remember that you were not made to be contained and compressed to a tiny human body. You can’t change that right now, just keep it in mind.

You are powerful; that power just isn’t suited for your current flesh.