Manic Moko

Less than four hours of sleep, and working at both jobs today.

I think I shall pass out.

When you’ve planned out a whole story idea in your head and you’re so excited to write it but then you open up a blank word document to begin and realize that you actually know absolutely nothing about it and you’re completely lost in a sea of vague plot details and random dialogue. 

(Source: i-wuv-virgins)

kinhelp-andadvice:

Things angels can be:
Angels can be vicious.
Angels can be cruel.
Angels can have claws, fangs and horns. They can have spikes, strange eyes and many sets of wings.
Angels can be any gender, any sex.
They can be wolves, foxes, dragons, unicorns. They can be chimera, a mix of creatures in one.
Angels can be prideful, rude, assholes.
Angels can be nice, too.
Angels can be sweet.
Angels can want to help.
Angels can be any type of religion, or without a religion.
Angels can look like demons, and demons can look like angels.

Neither of us are black and white, fit into a box and locked up. We come from many different varieties, many different paths and backgrounds. We’re not all the same at all. Angels are not always sweet, kind little girls with big breasts and huge wings. Demons aren’t always misshapen creatures with claws and sunken eyes, who are shown as evil. 

Hell; I know the archangel Gabriel. The Gabriel I know is an asshole, but he’s protective. He can be sarcastic, vicious and rude at times. He’s still an angel, though, and he does his duties. 

Even I am not always fluff and cuddles. Sometimes I can be rude when it comes to protecting those I love; I can be vicious and dangerous to those who threaten to hurt them.

Some angels can be pure evil; some angels are destroyers. Some demons can be extremely kind and nice; they can be healers.

We are not set into one mold. We are not black and white. We are as different as any other being is.