Divinity Meets Mortality

Hello all, my name is Unna

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incoming transmission from the big man

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god says he made every thing except me and wants to know who i am

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“Revelation,” in color.

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Wilhelm Kotarbiński (1848-1921) - Angel in a Cemetery

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Angels of love, death, night and stars. Which one are you?

[lesbianaglaya]

The Silt Verses Chapter II // Bernini, Saint Sebastian // Caroline Walker Bynum, The Holy Feast and the Holy Fast // Louise Glück, Saint Joan // René Girard, Violence and the Sacred // Anne Sexton // St. Denis Picking Up His Head // Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov // Caroline Walker Bynum, Gendered Voices: Medieval Saints and Their Interpreters // St Epipodius prayer meditation // Unknown Artist, St Catherine and the Demons // The Silt Verses Chapter VI

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Art by Yuming Li

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Glimmer, the Seventh Apparition by Gustav Arantes

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Seraphim II: High Vigil by S. C. Versillee

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If any angelkin/devilkin/godkin/otherkin in general could reblog this post, that would be awesome, I’m looking for more blogs to follow, hehe!

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do you ever think of me & my 2 hands? 

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[ID: A set of 9 photos in an aesthetic board.

Image 1: Blue and indigo clouds of color and streaks of lines like lightning float in a milky white background. Black and white speckles are scattered across like stars in a galaxy photo.

Image 2: A close up of white-feathered wings. Light shines through them progressively more as they thin out. Where they are more opaque, they almost seem tinted blue.

Image 3: A detail shot of flaxen grass or grain growing against a pale blue background.

Image 4: A crescent moon in the early evening sky. It it still light enough to see the outline of the rest of the moon.

Image 5: Pale hands, fingers lightly clasped and resting just in front of a white skirt with a pale beaded belt.

Image 6: What looks to be a crackle firework post-explosion. Star-like spark of pale yellow light rain down against a blue and black sky.

Image 7: Powerlines cross over a background of fluffy clouds and light blue sky. A rising sun casts golden light across the edges of the clouds.

Image 8: Large white feathered wings half-extended from the back of a pale-skinned humanoid figure dressed in flowing white garb.

Image 9: The sun seen through a patchy blanket of clouds. The light lends them a dark grey tint.

End ID.]

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Anna Akhmatova, tr. by Lenore Mayhew and William Mcnaughton, from Poem Without A Hero and Selected Poems

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I Imagine the Gods

I imagine the gods saying, We will make it up to you. We will give you three wishes, they say. Let me see the squirrels again, I tell them. Let me eat some of the great hog stuffed and roasted on its giant spit and put out, steaming, into the winter of my neighborhood when I was usually too broke to afford even the hundred grams I ate so happily walking up the cobbles, past the Street of the Moon and the Street of the Birdcage-Makers, the Street of Silence and the Street of the Little Pissing. We can give you wisdom, they say in their rich voices. Let me go at last to Hugette, I say, the Algerian student with her huge eyes who timidly invited me to her room when I was too young and bewildered that first year in Paris. Let me at least fail at my life. Think, they say patiently, we could make you famous again. Let me fall in love one last time, I beg them. Teach me mortality, frighten me into the present. Help me to find the heft of these days. That the nights will be full enough and my heart feral.

Jack Gilbert

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#162 Gods

Sorry for my hiatus! I will get back to doing some requests on this account x