we are not parts of those people, scraps glued together waiting for a chance to come to life
(One day I'll touch the warm flesh of your throat, and hear a faint crackle of paper
or you, who think that you can read my mind from the inside out, will taste the black ink on my tongue, and find the fine print written just beneath my skin.)
On the Streets, Love -Margaret AtwoodDestiel Graphics Challenge Danistiel vs. jaemelannister Prompt: Faith
“Challenge accepted!” —SPN fandom.
omg this is still going
IT’S A RULE TO REBLOG EVERY TIME IT SHOWS UP ON YOUR DASH.
Third time reblogging it today, and I regret nothing
Broke 5 Million!
Still going strong..
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The Bunker Games: Where Sam hates his life
(That’s binary for “ur dumb” by the way)
I’m not even in this fandom, but hearing this made me feel so much better about life
The lights keep changing,
unable to see the pieces in the darkness,
bathed in the crimson sky
I kind of want the end of Supernatural to take place in Heaven.
I want the brothers to be surrounded by the people they love—the people that sacrificed their lives on Earth to give the Winchesters one more shot, one more second, one more chance.
I want it to be a last stand sort of deal where…
Are you under the impression that family’s supposed to make you feel good? Make you an apple pie, maybe? They’re supposed to make you miserable! That’s why they’re family.
There’s usually a boy. Sometimes
not. Either way, there’s someone
and they’ve hurt me.
There’s someone and they don’t
love me back,
because that’s what I want. That’s
I’m sorry, you know? I don’t know
what to do with the ones who have
already been here, so I pretend.
I play dolls. I change their names
and their clothes and their stories.
Call me what you want. I know
what the truth is. I know what to
put in between the lines to make it
sting like a real thing.
I know how to make myself better.
Still, I wish I could touch my
own heart instead of writing about
what it must feel like.
I wish I could do anything without
What’s left to be honest about,
if not this? What’s left?
When things don’t happen,
I kick up the dirt, I blow on the
dust, I shake the snow globe.
So what if dragons aren’t real?
I bet you wish they were.