sometimes i forget how to move, i twist in strange directions the human body isn't meant to, trying to take a step in a direction that doesn't exist in these three dimensions

i never really know what i'm doing

how do i become my town's local cryptid legend because it's sounding more and more appealing each day

can i make every post in red from now on thanks

dispensing judgement isn't my job, nor is delivering verdicts-- I was a warm shadow in the cool november, my voice the crackle of sparks from the kindling, my halo made of burning blood and wings of coal. I was the one who smelled like rust or the forest after rain, whose words tasted like copper, whose eyes were filled with molten gold, the one who held you as you took something that could not be given back. I cast no stones for what you have done-- that is not my place.

I'm generally confused by angelkin community members who have actually met and interacted with archangels,,, like, you talked to corporate? that’s what it feels like to me, might just be my timeline though and like anyone im subject to bias. I’m just kind of pleasantly surprised I guess

my back muscles are really sore and I feel like myself

getting lost in my own head has become a talent