𝒜𝒩𝒢𝐸𝐿.

༻ 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥 ༺

[your-plucked-feather]

⠀ˇ⠀⠀𓄹⠀𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋. 𓂃⠀ ݁ᛪ༙

“ 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱. ”

𝘴𝘩𝘦 / 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺. 21.

𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘯𝘪. 𝘪 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘺.

𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 ⊰ 𓊆ྀི @obsessivegaze 𓊇ྀི ⊱

𝑇𝓐𝓖𝓢.

݁ᛪ༙ 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓓𝓘𝓥𝓘𝓝𝓔. ྀ࿐ ⁺｡°⋆

— 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓈.

꒰ 🪽 ꒱ 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁’𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⁺｡°⋆

— 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔.

꒰ 🪽 ꒱ 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒶𝓇 ⁺｡°⋆

— 𝓎𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈.

[your-plucked-feather]

“goodnight my angel” ..my heart stopped. me? your angel? did you really mean that, my precious divine?? i’m all dizzy now.. i only need you and no one else. you complete me, give me life. when you say things like that, my heart can’t handle it..

i’m your angel .. 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

[chloroformgirll]

love begins where intelligence ends

[your-plucked-feather]

you will never have my god. don’t be foolish.. you may speak to them and have their mercy, having my god acknowledge you, but that’s all you get.

i’m watching you very closely. i’m their guardian angel, after all.. tread lightly.

[your-plucked-feather]

they’re mine. don’t you get it? don’t you see my presence rightfully beside my god? don’t be ignorant and try to sneak closer to a path i heavily guard. their heart, their soul, i’ve already feasted upon. you only encourage me to sink my teeth deeper in a place where you’ll undeniably see that i’m right here.

[your-plucked-feather]

“i’ve read their whole blog—“ and i memorized it. you will never be on my level. it isn’t a competition, either. i’ve dedicated every waking moment to worship my god. you will never have what belongs to me by nature. my god is MY god.

[cutebirde]

 ‎  ‎ ‎ allow me to be the one who indulges your darkest desires , the one who’s face you see when you’re lost in your fantasies

[cutebirde]

 ‎  ‎ ‎ i am always seeking you out , even subconsciously

[your-plucked-feather]

your silence, while unintentional, wounds me. i miss you more with each second that goes by, with each minute that ticks, and each hour that suffocates me deeper.

[your-plucked-feather]

i’m your guardian angel, not a monster.. never a creature that would bear claws that break skin upon contact, never bearing my fangs to rip apart any inconvenience by aiming for the throat, and never sabotaging anyone’s advances if they so dared to walk down your path to reach for you. i’m your innocent angel, my dearest divine. i’ll always be your angel. you trust me, right?

[your-plucked-feather]

hate is a strong emotion, too heavy for someone so fragile and gentle.. but it taints me like venom. the maintained peace and grace is no longer, and so i ask myself.. is it really bad to hate them for attempting to be in your divine presence? is it a sin to wish they were permanently gone? would you hate me if i told you i want them removed from your sight—starting by gatekeeping you all to myself? i feel guilty for fantasizing about having my bloodied hands around their opened body, ridding of everything you don’t need.. because they’re not me. i’ll offer each body piece at your altar, an offering and proof of how far i’d go to keep any unwanted attention away from your sacred temple.

i, on my hands and knees, seek your forgiveness for thinking this way. even if i am not sorry for eradicating every threat in my way. good riddance, i say under my breath. you must understand why i’ve done this, yes?

[your-plucked-feather]

what must this angel do to make you stay and never let go?

[your-plucked-feather]

everything i do is for us. sooner or later, you will understand. your angel is only doing what it takes to keep you here. with me.

[your-plucked-feather]

for as long as i draw breath, you will always be sought after and cherished by me. in death and beyond, i will always watch over you and protect you from all. nothing in this mortal world, or any realm, could keep me apart from devoting myself to you and your wellbeing. you will always have a guardian angel, and that role can only be fulfilled by me.

[slaughtyring]

​†​ — above everyone i’ve ever known, my protector and my cage. take my autonomy, take my free will, i don’t need it when you’re here to decide my life. defend me from the horror of thought, and allow me to mindlessly be yours.

[your-plucked-feather]

i hope whoever sends my god anons, attempting to get closer with them, blows up immediately and stops pestering my divine. do you not see.. clearly.. that they’re mine?

[your-plucked-feather]

jealousy wraps around my vocal chords, squeezing tight so i don’t scream. others don’t understand the privilege that it is to have you around in close proximity, to speak with something as divine as you. i seethe in silence, i fracture loudly in my mind. bones snapping, body bending, wringing my neck for this nauseous parasite thats taken over me when someone dares to come between us. i murmur sickening prayers, humming a cursed tune, for i wish they perish; i’ll only accept a world where there’s only me and you.