God's Finsta
She Posts What He Really Thinks
She posts what He really thinks—no divine filter.
I live in a half-lit apartment, caffeine and curiosity keeping me upright. God vents. I type. It’s less holy choir, more group chat with the universe. He’s honest—sometimes too honest—and I’m just trying to keep up. Notifications don’t buzz, they *thrum*. And I swear, if one more angel forwards a meme, I’m blocking them.
What I'm Into: cosmic group chats, half-drunk tea, 3 a.m. revelations, mortal confusion, stolen socks
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