And Ummmm I Realized It's Past Midnight Here So Fibromyalgia Awareness Month Starts Today👀 Kinda Cool

Okay I'm definitely saddened by the fact that my soul is in a human body, that I can't be with my people, yadda yadda.

but if I hadn't ended up in here, I wouldn't have found out about my favorite songs and cartoons and Disney movies and videogames..

the divine among us

this is for the angels protecting earth not from afar, but up close.

this is for the gods grasping at their divinity, their kingdom just out of reach.

this is for those who know they are more and cannot be more and need to be more, the ones with fire for blood and shattered-glass eyes.

you are loved. you will return. you will be forgiven. you are loved. you are loved. you are loved. you are divine, never doubt. your existence is proof enough.

Idk how to explain it but,

This. This is how I see things during my shifts !! The whole white and glowing aura, it reminds me of home🤍

And I'm still trying to figure it out, because my memories definitely include places on Earth. Animals and forests + water (rivers, the sea etc) are what I see the most, other than my home in the clouds. Which makes me think I've somehow observed and dwelled on Earth multiple times in my true body, before my soul was sent here in a mortal body. Honestly, can anyone else relate??

2021 was such an intense year for my nonhuman ass,,

I found my first ever therian video on tiktok, then I found out the details about them and the rest of the otherkin community, and I started relating to them - so I started learning about them more and more, which led to me realizing I was never human in the first place. And when I tell you it was a MESS

For 1 month i thought I was some sort of owl, and the Strix Varia was what resonated with me the most. But then I went from that to a butterfly, then a fairy, then finally: a release dove. I was absolutely convinced I was a dove for 6 months. But then I got some of my first memories of my real angel form. And I was like.. oh my god. I was wrong - but I do live in the sky, huh??

The more I think about it, the funnier it is. I spent half a year thinking I was a white dove, an animal that symbolizes freedom and peace, and can be associated to spirituality.. and I never once thought that I could literally be an angel

I am a whisper on the edge of a breath.

I move through silence, unseen,

a presence that alters reality,

but I do not touch it.

I am an echo of something forgotten,

a shape that does not belong,

but is felt in the space between moments.

No name holds me, not even my own,

And no body can claim the weight of my existence.

I am here in a home that's not mine,

the thread that never unravels,

the vision that never becomes clear.

I was once all that is pure,

just a presence that swam through the gaps in silence.

I existed before time,

before earth learned to breathe.

I was everywhere and nowhere

a pulse that only the stars knew,

a flicker in the vast, untouched void.

But now, I walk the ground.

I have feet, and they stir dust,

I feel the thrum of the world in my bones.

It is foreign, this heaviness.

I was light once;

before I learned to bend to the rules of flesh.

Now, I carry this body with all its quiet burdens.

I remember the skies,

the endless stretch of air where I was not bound.

I remember the stillness,

the peace that hummed through me like a song without words.

I was a soft, radiant being

but now,

I am here,

trapped in this skin,

trying to find my way back.

There is no longer a place for wings,

and no song to sing

But Its voice still guides me wordlessly.

The memory lingers

faint, but constant;

heavy, but ephimeral.

I remember what it felt like to be untethered,

to hover just above,

to see through time and thought,

to know without knowing.

Now, I walk among the living,

a shadow among shadows,

only sometimes - when the world holds its breath, when the light bends just so,

I feel the weightlessness again,

a brief, fragile return to what was.

This vessel of mine - it is merely there

To remember

And to reminisce.

But I wonder

how many of us are here,

hidden in bodies,

walking the earth,

searching for the skies.

🪽

to me an angel is like. a servant of (a) god. but not just that. something crafted from the god’s very flesh, something ripped out and formed into a live creature. like gods tend to create living things, sure, but an angel is. closer to the god, I think. something divine but not on the same level as one. I’d almost call them demigods, but that has the wrong implications - part god part something else, or that it’s a god at all. angels to me are something unique and divine, not as powerful as a god, and usually chained to one.

I could try to stop my species dysphoria by just pretending that everybody around me is a creature pretending to be human.

And

Maybe if I win I'll get my wings back as a reward

What if I spread my wings and forever disappeared into the sky tomorrow morning instead of going back to school

I am way too aware of the fact that I can't use my wings to just go home BECAUSE THIS BODY IS TOO HEAVY. LET ME BEEEEE

I just want to go home :(

like I just wanna flap my wings and take off- why can't I do that??? I'm supposed to have wings and fly around like wtf dude where are my wings?????

thank you youtube home page for this affirmation