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i don’t think native english speakers can ever fully appreciate the emotion i felt when i first found out that the vulnerable spot on the side of your forehead which is arguably the best spot to be kissed is called your temple 

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ice runs in my veins..-

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Oh my strange angel… where have you taken me?

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What love is more pure than the love of a God? What is more special than the devotion of the divine?

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Pray to me. Let my body be your temple, your church, your one and only place of worship.

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It’s exhausting, feeling so out of place for so long.

If I beat at the gates of heaven, would they hear me scream? Would the fires of hell drown my cries?

Must I stand trial for crimes committed in a life I don’t remember? What sort of punishment is it, beaten down time and time again for sins I cannot even comprehend? Of course, there is the notion of what sort of suffering would await an immortal angel. Perhaps I chose this sentence knowing it would not, at the very least, last forever.

What if there is no redemption? Does a traitor like me even deserve a home to return to?

I hope death truly is an end, and I am not forced to face an eternity of not belonging.

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my hobbies? uhh.. peeling back the layers…. uncovering metaphors.. mirroring…..connecting dots…..stuff like that

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The masculine urge to have the feminine urge to be masculine femininely

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Colley Whisson

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now that i think about it, holding someone with my wings would be like. ultimate form of intimacy.

i mean first of all, giving someone full on access to touch the inside of your wings is so tender. like that shit is special.

second of all ITS LIKE A HUG BUT REALLY BIG.

and finally: protection. i wanna feel like im keeping the person safe n theyre keeping me safe just by being with me n like omg

this concludes my essay.

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Any time you beg another man to set you free, you will never be free. Freedom is something that you have to do for yourselves.

— Malcolm X

I am not a liberator. Liberators do not exist. The people liberate themselves.

— Che Guevara

Freedom is not something that anybody can be given. Freedom is something people take, and people are as free as they want to be.

— James Baldwin

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god is my estranged father who only exists so i can talk shit about him

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i think there’s divinity in gross and ugly things. i think the radical love and acceptance of what is weird and nasty is angelic and i think there is something holy about indulging in the neglected/looked down on/outcast/unacceptable parts of this world. you should let yourself be weird

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i’m like if a saint was also a faggot

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gambling with angels is easy. they can't lie but they have addictive personalities; it's easy to clean them out then make them divulge secrets about the business of heaven to call your bets. my dad used to say "hey, watch this" and summon angels to play poker with him with a sort of bone flute he inherited from his grandpa, and they'd be holding horseshit and still want to call him. i'm talking "raise on a two pair" level bad at it, but they couldn't stop trying to win. my dad taught me all the secret names of God before i was out of grade school and i would use them to curse my enemies so they came down with leprosy. you can cure leprosy these days but it still sucks, especially for a child. but they had it coming for pissing me off