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i cried as love wept.

Robin Isely - Wolf Pack

that heat. that desire

god forbid, i exude confidence and enjoy sex.

your heartbeat on the tip of my tongue

one day， i am gonna grow wings.

moon milk flesh; lily-white sin

and the sky falls with me

i am filled with more hatred now than i ever have been.

the prettiest, most delicate, nocturnal creature

when angels cry

devotion and obsession is the only way to love

Some souls don’t collide—they come home.

Mother Joan of the Angels (1961)

i’ll press my lips to your soul and leave spells where you never wanted them

She didn’t shatter—she sharpened.

still haunted by the memories i didn't bury deep enough.

i shot an angel with my father’s rifle.