a million miles away

not that i would know what that's like

not that i would know what that's like

not that i would know what that's like

i hear wing molesting is the new trend of the summer

red bull gives you wings but they're like tiny pathetic ones

now i just need to find the energy drink that gives you taller women erotically bullying you and i'll be set

are you sure that won't just happen anyway when they see the wings?

the facts are as simple as they are beautiful: if you take away an angel's halo it will immediately start laying eggs. Every. Time.

"I wish we met sooner" is such a gentle sentiment. I love you so much I not only want you in my future, but in my past too. I want to have known you when we were small stupid kids, have held hands together as we played outside. I want to have stressed out over exams together, nudging a mug of still steaming hot chocolate against your elbow to get you to focus. I want to have told you I love you before I did anyone else. I want to have held you in my arms when all those sad memories you describe to me were still fresh wounds. I want my past to have been full of you, and full of meaningful memories with you. I want my past lives to have been spent with you, whether as two lovers, or two housecats cuddling by the fireplace on a snowy day, or two flowers that just happened to bloom on the same day, next to each other. I want to have consumed your existence and intertwined it with my own since my birth, never to be separated from you for a moment. I want to have loved you throughout it all, for all time.

it's gotta be really hard to be an angel like you're a harpy without tailfeathers and delusions of divine proximity.

and a hat that can get molested