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weeepingangels-blog · 5 years
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Lust (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/GKEn38cN1T There's demons running amok. The least we can do is stan them... right?
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weeepingangels-blog · 6 years
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Sick of all these people talking, sick of all these boys.
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weeepingangels-blog · 6 years
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weeepingangels-blog · 6 years
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Not All Demons Have Horns (listen while reading it'll do something. Idk what tho lmao)
I found myself under a flickering streetlight,
Rusted with spider webs and countless insect corpses all up the shaft.
The night sky yawned above me, and the blades of a helicopter slicing through the cold air could be heard in the distance.
I'm afraid I can't remember how I got here, wherever here is... or when for that matter.
I remember a creature.
She was everything I wanted to be and everything I despised all at once.
Irresistibly repulsive.
Flawlessly perfect.
I remember being hot with envy and admiration as she smirked at me,
Then falling --
Well, the feeling of falling. Everything was stationary around me and my feet were still on the ground.
I seen some of my ancestors looking down at me with pity on their eclipsed faces as I plunged.
A stifled moan coming from somewhere to the left of me snapped me out of my thoughts.
Turning my head, I see a creature lying on her back, with broken wings and crimson rippling from a gash across her neck.
It was the demon.
She had a soft smile on her blue lips and a gleam in her bloodshot eyes, her cheeks wet with tears.
"It'll get better," she soothed, her chest heaving.
I wondered who she was talking to, her gaze was so distant. Perhaps to both of us.
I felt no threat.
I watched her falter as she struggled to stand, her thin legs bruised. She stared through me as she adjusted her wings behind her back.
The strange thing was, I too was now upright, and my shoulder blades were radiating with pain.
I cocked my head, taking a step towards her.
She did the same.
My heart was racing. I didn't know if these false securities are a work of her twisted magic.
She could lunge out and kill me at any second, and I'd be helpless to her malice.
But she didn't. She just stood there with her head tilted, observing me.
We touched our faces in synch, then our necks.
I drew my hand back from my own, red with blood.
I began to tremble with the sick realization:
I am the creature.
She giggled at my terror; though I did not.
My wings -- or her wings... (our wings?) felt stronger all the sudden, and the gash began to heal before my eyes.
I was no longer in pain.
I felt a wave of excitement wash over me, but it was quickly dashed when I seen the sadness in her brown eyes.
"You no longer need me," she sighed, beginning to turn. "I am only keeping you from growing."
I tried to grab her, but my reach simply wouldn't go any further.
She was gone, leaving me alone on the empty street.
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weeepingangels-blog · 6 years
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Feathers - Daydream (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/1zKjApsNTJ A single feather can signify anything, or it can signify nothing. Perception lies within the beholder.
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weeepingangels-blog · 6 years
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Thots????!!1!
why are things transported on a ship cargo but things transported in a car shipment? why do we bake cookies and cook bacon? why is a house a home and a mouse not a mome?? why do we have fingertips but not toetips yet we can tiptoe?? why aren’t moose meese but a goose are geese? is there a reverse of reverse psychology? is it just psychology?? who put the alphabet in alphabetical order? better yet, who put the numbers in numerical order? in the word scissors, is the ‘s’ or ‘c’ silent? why is a building a building if it’s already built? and if you rip a hole in a net you’ll have fewer holes in it. thankyou and goodbye
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weeepingangels-blog · 8 years
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nuclear wind 1000 by blazporenta
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weeepingangels-blog · 8 years
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So this was on a ten dollar bill my brother gave to me to go get him a slushy at Kum and Go. It’s ironic honestly, and putting this on money especially makes it ironic. “God pity the poor farmer” is basically saying “we’re struggling God, please offer us some help so we can take care of our kids and pay bills.” You need money to do that right? Nothing is free. So every time this bill is given away I have to think about that quote someone put on there; it’s beneficial to the person who receives it, but as soon as they give it away it’s less money they have. The quote will matter more to them in that sense. I kinda want it back just to keep as a memento or something.
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weeepingangels-blog · 8 years
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