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even angels have their wicked schemes
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Flawed, oh! How he is flawed.
angel(s) gripping you tight
not-planned-spur-of-the-moment graphic to gif collab with the diva
the fact that i zoomed into jared’s crotch though just to see what that dark spot was. SORRY NOT SORRY.
i have two moods: fuck you and fuck me
“It’s not actually called, “Wood.” It’s ood. It’s o-u-d. So there you go. But it smells like wood.”
The earth split open because he smiled at it,
and he jumped inside the cracks because he thought he
deserved it.
excuse me what did u say i cant hear u i have an ear disease called i dont fucking care
You know what I want?
I want someone to take care of Dean.
I want someone to pull Dean into a hug and say “It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything right now. You don’t have to make any decisions right now. You can rest.”
I need someone to hold Dean and let him know that he is valued. That he is loved.
I would love for that person to be Cas. But right now I don’t know if Cas is capable of that, because he’s so broken.
They both are.
But I really need someone to take care of Dean because he’s spent his entire life taking care of other people and no one has done that for him.
If any of my followers are in Boston I want you all to know that I love you and stay safe
so my cousins just sat me down and started having an “intervention” with me about cocaine….
all i did was accidentally spill my make-up forever finishing powder (which is white) on my desk last night and had an old rolled walgreens receipt lying next to it.
