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girls night

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margaret atwood / rumi / s. osborn

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🕊✨ Just Angelic Things: ✨🕊

- Warm milk tea with a spoonful of honey - Iridescent highlighters - Big fluffy blankets - Antiques - Just a little more vanilla… - Abandoned places overtaken by nature - High ceilings and open spaces - Scribbled poems and scriptures on the closest thing to write on at the time - Big windows with flowing curtains - Natural light–as much as we can get or too much to bear. - “Old soul,” but actually ancient. Possibly pre-existing time itself. - People watching - Meddling (either good or bad) - Daydreaming of times you can’t quite remember, but still feeling a sense of nostalgia for how things were. - Flowers laced in your hair to make up for the empty space above your head - Being restlessly awake at ungodly hours of the morning - Cloud watching & stargazing - Strongly resonating with things out of the blue - Feeling tingles or a burning in your core when seeing or hearing reminders of the Divine - Gilded in bronze, silver, copper, & gold everything - Humming tunes to ‘modern’ songs because you have long forgotten the hymns you used to sing

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Angelic fashion choices

-backless dresses -satin -lace lace lace -fabrics that flow like water and clouds -stitching the stars into you clothes -long trains -flowing sleeves -bare feet -feathers in our hair -bead work in the hair and in the feathers -capes designed with wings in mind -intricate beautiful metal work in jewelry and hair pins and broaches -soft glow of star dust on the cheeks -wind blown, slept in hair -sun kissed skin

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i miss my golden blood

stark upon pure white skin

the silk lightly touching my neck

pink petals on my cheek

warm sunshine lights my shoulders

feathers grace my collarbones

and i am holy once more

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Shh, I know, I know.

Breathe, it’s okay. Actually, no, it’s not okay, you are not okay, but you’re getting there.

Your wings hurt, I know, mine do too. We can only spread them so much to protect the people we care about. You can only protect them so much before you break yourself.

Your divinity is so thin, some days you can’t feel it. Some days, you have to force yourself out of bed to drink tea so sweet it reminds you of nectar and ambrosia at its finest.

Your claws are chipping away like glass from a shattered mirror, and your hands are bleeding, you’re leaving bloody finger prints on the bathroom mirror. You bite too deeply into your lips, your mouth almost always taste of iron.

But, as long as you know it’ll get better, it will. Just close your eyes my dearest deities, my lovely demons, my holy angels, my young stars, beautiful but deadly faes, I know you’ll get better. Not everything stays, emotions being right up there with human life, but you’ve got this. You’ve always had this.

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my expertise is often confused with that of other cherubim, when in actuality it is anything but.

when i was a virtue, i kept fawns safe, protected the bumblebees, kissed the horizon.

therefore, getting transformed into a cherub, i lacked the major skill set to handle the dirty work.

i was not sexual in nature. i was pure, soft, and light.

i was the joy between lovers who rubbed noses.

i was the sunlight that leads people to eachother.

i was the gentle goodnight kiss on the forehead.

i was the peace of mindlessly running your hands through a lover’s hair.

do not confuse me with others of my kind.