the mortal instruments//mundane au

for michaelgayland

–>  they weren’t even angels anymore. they were bored and tired of watching reruns.  they clamored for the more than real.  they craft their own magic, kisses and black eyes and radio static, with old religion and matches to light the way.  they dance in skyscrapers in the urban haze of reality, azure evenings flavored by soda and ichor.  highschool is killer, fathers are cruel.  occult parties, band practice, boys kissing boys kissing girls in the moonlight.  but what if it’s not make believe, what if they were sculpted for divine violence and heavenly rage?  what if they were angels again?  


I got bored and this was the outcome of it  (~‾⌣‾)~. These are also the first pictures I took with my new camera. The picture quality is so much better but I still have to get used to seeing every single pore and wrinkle on my face ⊙﹏⊙. I’m also very sorry that I couldn’t manage my every day a post challenge. My best friend was visiting me and I wanted to enjoy every single moment with her ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)˚๐*˟ ♡.