I Really Wish That I Could Bless People.

Opening and closing alterhuman tumblr like a fridge at 3am.

Angels with golden top surgery scars.

Angels with struggles focusing, endlessly rambling and staring into the distance.

Angels with wild, righteous anger that sinks it's claws into them, and they embrace it with joy and glory.

Angels with intrusive thoughts of violence, sin, and cruelty, and are still loved and cared for.

Angels with mobility aids.

Angels with hearing aids.

Nonverbal angels.

Angels that are overstimulated easily.

Angels that get understimulated easily.

Black angels.

Asian angels.

White angels.

Angels of all races and skin tones and cultures.

Fat angels.

Skinny angels.

Angels who only speak in soft voices with delicate words.

Angels with rough voices who swear.

Angels who are religious/spiritual.

Angels who aren't.

Angels who look almost human, or even completely.

Angels who look like animals.

Angels who are completely incomprehensible.

Angels who are fallen.

Angels with body mods.

Angels who love, and lust.

Angels who don't, and only wish for friends or family.

Angels who simply wish for solitude.

Angels who don't love in a "human" way.

Angels with dirt under their fingernails.

Angels who struggle with caring for their human body.

Angels who despise having to care for their human body.

My fellow angels <2

let's fly through the stars together

"nobody will accept me": a diagram

you dont have to be the "acceptable" kind of otherkin. like, seriously. don't try to be something you're not just because you think you'll become more "acceptable" to the people who unfortunately just dont accept anyone who's a single inch out of their expected portrayal of the average "normal" person.

go be a creature. please.

Yeah so I've been wondering whether or not I'm conceptkin for about a year now, it's been bothering me but I kind of brushed it off, yet now I'm 98% sure I'm conceptkin. I just have to figure out what concept I am exactly, because there's so many that come to mind, but it's all a bit of a blur 😭😭

My nature as an angel has always been abstract, but I just feel that there is way more to that. I am an angel, I am a being of light, but I'm also a concept that's very related to my angehood... or maybe my angelhood is related to that concept???

Update: it appears that my responsibilities also have wings because they're forcing me to face them tomorrow

😇🪽

⤷ live footage of me flying away from my responsibilities

cmyk angel

Not to complain about trivial human matters but like. I'm just a creature.. I wasn't created to worry about tomorrow's physics test, or to cry about the fact that my classmates heavily dislike me 🤨 something is clearly wrong here

Taking off my backpack after school (and letting my wings free after a 20 minute walk) feels like taking off my bra and letting my vessel's boobs breathe

I've come to terms with the fact that this is the farthest from home that I could ever be.

I look up at the sky and it's not enough. Because i know it's so vast, and there's so much more to it than just a few little clouds; the place where i belong lies so far beyond them - it makes me wonder, will I ever be able to find my way back home? If I still had my wings, would they even be strong enough to take me all the way there?