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

i’m like if an angel fell from heaven and got insanely fucked up from the impact

yes I have wings you just cant see them because I'm wearing my binder duh

love the concept of angels having bird mannerisms because it implies that we fly into windows and fuckig die

honestly sucks when you want people to compliment your wings so bad but nobody can ever see them... smh. Those people are just ignorant. For those who need to hear it, your wings are really pretty Ok? Ok