welcome to Purgatory, enjoy your stay.

date a boy who points out all the dogs

Ghoul

instead of band merch: relationship merch, the socks, underwear, and old t shirts that you refuse to give back to your partner

me: “wow i need to do homework but first: *eats dinner* *goes on twitter* *checks facebook* *knits a scarf* *does oragimi* me:“oh it’s 2am”

Herzog (via deutschrapperin)

Dean is relaxed, lulled in a state of half-sleep. He can feel Castiel’s fingertips brushing over his skin, gently feeling their way across his shoulders and down his back.

Tracing his freckles, Dean realizes drowsily.

“Angel kisses,” he murmurs. The fingers still.

“What?”

“Angel kisses.” He wiggles a little, trying to prompt Castiel to start tickling his skin again. Castiel obliges, fingers coasting over his arms. “S'what my mom used to call ‘em.”

“Your freckles?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He can’t see it, but he can hear the smile in Castiel’s voice when he speaks.

“I like that idea. It’s…compelling.”

If Dean’s eyes weren’t closed, he would have rolled them. “You’re such a sap,” he mumbles, turning his face into the pillow.

He hears Castiel chuckle. As he drifts off, the touch of fingers are replaced by the brush of lips.