When you’re lost, I’ll find a way, I’ll be your light  🏠 

#ProjectHome Day 1: Lyric Art 
[release date: April 29th]

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Don't b*tch about people sitting next to you in another language.

Background info- 16 f. Half white, half Indian. Speaks Mandarin averagely.

I was recently on the tube on my way back home and I had quite a long journey back home. About halfway through two Chinese girls come and sit diagonally from me and start speaking in Mandarin. After about a minute of them talking exceptionally loudly in the carriage I realised that they were talking about me.

They were commenting on my clothes, and hair and general aura. As we got closer to my stop I realised that now was the time to step up and be the bigger b*tch. As the tube was pulling into the station I pretended to call up my mother and started chattering away in Mandarin whilst giving them a look of complete innocence as I strolled out of the door. The looks on their faces were priceless.

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Brown Girl Dreaming (2014)

“Raised in South Carolina and New York, Woodson always felt halfway home in each place. In vivid poems, she shares what it was like to grow up as an African American in the 1960s and 1970s, living with the remnants of Jim Crow and her growing awareness of the Civil Rights movement. 

Touching and powerful, each poem is both accessible and emotionally charged, each line a glimpse into a child’s soul as she searches for her place in the world. Woodson’s eloquent poetry also reflects the joy of finding her voice through writing stories, despite the fact that she struggled with reading as a child. Her love of stories inspired her and stayed with her, creating the first sparks of the gifted writer she was to become. “

by Jacqueline Woodson 

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Jacqueline Woodson (www.jacquelinewoodson.com) is the winner of the Margaret A. Edwards Award for lifetime achievement in writing for young adults, the recipient of three Newbery Honors for After Tupac and D Foster, Feathers and Show Way, and a two-time finalist for the National Book Award for Locomotion and Hush. Other awards include the Coretta Scott King Award and Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Miracle’s Boys. Her most recent books are her novel Beneath a Meth Moon and her picture books Each Kindness and This Is the Rope. She lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York. 

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Tribes- Halfway Home

Since Castiel has lived in the bunker with Sam and Dean for several months now, he’s long since learned how to shop with them before routine hunting trips.

This time he can’t hunt with them (only because Dean said ‘no’). The angel is still recovering from Lucifer inhabiting his body for so long. Dean insists he needs at least a full year to feel normal again.

Castiel thinks that his new husband is being slightly – secretly very – overprotective, but he knows that the two of them can handle a vampire nest. Just two nights away from home, a group of ‘bloodsuckers’ and a short drive. “It’s nothin’,” Dean had assured him. “Watch Orange is the New Black on Netflix again. We’ll be back before you’re done.”

If he couldn’t go on the hunt, though, the angel insisted on helping them grab groceries (basically just beer) and personal hygiene items before they left. Halfway down the Home Necessities side of Walmart, Castiel had already stopped four times to study odd objects for sale.

“What is this?” he asked, perplexed, and both Winchesters halted to turn around. Dean sighed impatiently.

“It’s a body pillow, Cas,” Sam answered, swiveling on his feet to keep going.

“You lay your entire form on it,” the angel observed, squinting at the giant rectangle of green fluff as he held it in comparison to his height. His guess had to be correct. Pillows were for laying one’s head on, so a body pillow must be for one’s entire body.

“Uh, sort of,” Sam spoke, stopping in his tracks again. He took the pillow from Castiel and glanced around before hugging it against his side, cheek against it, wrapping one arm and one leg around the thing. “This is… uh, more the idea of it,” he said quickly, tossing the pillow back in the bin before anyone could see him snuggling the thing.

The angel squinted at it for a few moments still before Dean walked up and took his hand, trying to get him to move along. Castiel refused to budge. “Why would anyone need this?” he asked, truly a bit surprised by the inefficiency of such a human invention.

Dean actually wiped down his face now with a small growl. “If you sleep alone, y'know? Some people like to… cuddle. This is for, uh, cuddling when you have no one, okay? Can we go now?”

It was quiet as Castiel finally started to shuffle his feet along, holding Dean’s hand the whole time so that the hunter could make sure he didn’t stop again. A little while later when the brothers were comparing bottle to can beer prices, the angel disappeared and returned with the body pillow in clutch.

“What the hell, Cas?” Dean demanded, both at his casual use of angel teleportation in public and at the fact that he was still obsessing over the pillow.

“I believe it to be a Home Necessity for our bunker,” he stated firmly. “We like to cuddle exactly as Sam demonstrated and you will be gone. I will have no one to cuddle.”

Dean’s face was as red as the wine behind him and Sam couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “Oh, we’re getting the pillow now. We have to,” the younger Winchester smirked.

Snatching the pillow from Castiel’s grasp, Dean picked a random case of beer and started trudging away from his family as quickly as possible. “Whatever. If it’ll keep you home,” he grumbled lowly.

Castiel’s wings, though invisible, fluttered contently. “Dean… perhaps you need the blue one to take on your trip.”

Sam all-out cackled when his brother grumpily picked up the second one on his way to the checkout area without another word.


Jason Mraz // Halfway Home

It’s so amazing seeing him play this. He puts so much emotion in it, you can just tell this song means a lot to him.