You spread your wings and the heavens rejoice as you take flight. At last, you have returned home.

Like oh no, you moved wrong a little and now your back will be compromised for 5.8 buisness days! That sure makes sense!!

Reblogging because this is relatable in a nonhuman how-in-the-world-do-they-do-this-and-feel-kind-of-okay way

i have no wings and i must fly...

I am holy, yes, but mostly, I am angry. I am angry I cannot protect innocents like I once did. I am angry at the frailty of these bones. I am angry at the rippling of my skin. I am angry at a world I cannot heal. It is too far gone. They forget to tell you, being an angel is synonymous with being angry. After all, we are divine wrath.