i'll be away in two months

  • Cas: DEAN?
  • Dean: yeah?
  • Cas: where is my angel blade?
  • Dean: what?
  • Cas: WHERE. IS. MY. ANGEL BLADE?
  • Dean: I, uh, put it away.
  • Cas: WHERE?
  • Dean: WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?
  • Cas: I NEED IT!
  • Dean: UH UH. DON'T YOU THINK ABOUT RUNNING OFF AND DOING NO-DARING-SHIT. WE'VE BEEN PLANNING THIS DINNER FOR TWO MONTHS!
  • Cas: HEAVEN IS IN DANGER!
  • Dean: MY EVENING IS IN DANGER!
  • Cas: YOU TELL ME WHERE MY ANGEL BLADE IS, HUMAN! WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE GREATER GOOD!
  • Dean: greater good? I am your HUSBAND. I AM THE GREATEST GOOD YOU ARE EVER GONNA GET.
I realized that once two people have a real connection, it never goes away entirely, you could not speak to them for months, years, fucking decades or not even remember what their face looked like or what they smelt like when they got out of the shower but the moment you see them again it’s as if time stood still for you all those years. And maybe you don’t get to choose who those people are, maybe what you have for each other can’t be tamed.
— 

Letters to you

breathe-motherfucker

I don’t want to move back home after college and buy a house three streets over from the one I grew up in. I don’t want a passably happy marriage and two kids and a white picket fence. I don’t want a 9-to-5 job and a reasonably priced minivan.

I want to run away. I want to wake up every morning in a different city, a new country every month, new faces on the streets and a new language in my ears. I want to hear a million different stories from a thousand different people in a hundred different languages. I want an adventure. I want a sense of purpose.
—  EMJ // I Don’t Want A Permanent Address

babe it hasnt even been two months and im proud to let you know that the sad poems i write and the melancholic art i make is not about you anymore, because yeah, once upon a time they were all for you but you threw that away once you decided her body is worth more than my heart ever would be to you but thats okay now! i promise its ok! i am cleansed of you, i wont stay up late at night aching, clawing at my skin wondering why i wasnt enough because now theres someone else. i write my sad poetry because of him and i draw my melancholic art for him and im up at midnight because of him. you arent irreplacable

[For those of you wondering:

The health inspector showed up at work before I got there to check the temperatures on our meats and stuff to make sure they were, y’know, not too hot. (I work at a pizza place that works like a Subway, essentially. We make every pizza fresh to order, so we keep our ingredients in what we call our “make line.”) Turns out that most of our meats, barring two, were too warm and we had to throw them away. This is the same health inspector that was here about a month and a half ago to do the very same thing. We need to get someone to come in and fix the make line, but here’s where the real problem arises.

Our store owner doesn’t want to pay someone to come in and fix the make line. So, essentially, if we can’t get someone in there to solve the problem, that’s our third strike and we risk getting shut down. I love my job and the people I work with; if I end up losing my job because our owner is too stingy or whatever, I will not be happy.

tl;dr My job is on the line because our owner doesn’t want to pay someone to fix a problem that could potentially give people food poisoning.]

tfw your suggestion blog you’ve had for less than a month is two followers away from double the number of followers your main blog that you’ve had for 2 ½ years has

holy shit-

Last night at 11:36, I received a message from you. You have no idea how my darkened world became so bright within a matter of seconds. I missed your “I love you” texts and your laughter that was contagiously amazing. God I miss your soothing voice that sent shivers down my spine. For the past two months, I’ve been writing sad poems about missing you, and finally, you found me and right away you reached out. You’ll never know how happy you make me baby. I love you.
—  Sempiternal.Poet on Instagram// You’re the light

Imagine Dan and Phil having a little goodbye party (with just the two of them) before they go away on tour. They have a movie night, and make a comfy pillow nest in the living room with all their favorite snacks (maybe even some British candy they won’t be able to purchase while in America). The night is almost bittersweet because they’re happy to be going on this tour, but they’ll miss their home for those few months they’re away. 

It’s about time...

That I do a give away.

So here is how it will go down:

  • You must be following.
  • You can like and re-blog as many times as you want.
  • Deadline is in a month. [04/24/15]

First place:

  • Will choose between one of these two; Connor or Edward, either way it’s a Kenway.
  • A 3 fanart prints of choice
  • A cosplay print of choice

Second Place:

  • A 2 fanart print of choice
  • A cosplay print of choice

Third Place:

  • A fanart and cosplay print of choice

GOOD LUCK!

2

Cleaned my room for the first time in two months.

Depression isn’t just not going out, crying alone, sleeping for weeks, not showering. It can also mean hoarding, not caring about your home environment, having no motivation to clean things, put things away and then being too deep to do anything.

Do something nice for yourself - Day 1

HP Blogrates and Fancasts!

As most of you know, I’ve been stuck in summer school for the last two weeks and I’ve been working hard or hardly working but this weekend is a free weekend (I’m also 4 away from 600 yay) so I decided to do HP blogrates and fancasts while watching Harry Potter because I have free time again??  

Rules 

  • mbf me 
  • Reblog this post 
  • Send me your favourite HP character and your facetag if you want a fancast

*Blacklist grace does br*

They will look like this: 

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin 

Fancast: 

url: Troll | Dreadful | Poor | Acceptable | Exceeds Expectations | Outstanding

theme: Troll | Dreadful | Poor | Acceptable | Exceeds Expectations | Outstanding

icon: Troll | Dreadful | Poor | Acceptable | Exceeds Expectations | Outstanding

mobile theme: Troll | Dreadful | Poor | Acceptable | Exceeds Expectations | Outstanding

updates tab: Troll | Dreadful | Poor | Acceptable | Exceeds Expectations | Outstanding

following?: no sorry ily | I am now! | yes | UNTIL THE DAY I DIE

Comments: 

Was he worth throwing it all away for? Because I’ve been told you two aren’t together anymore and it hasn’t even been 4 months since we had our last meaningful conversation.

You knew that what you two were doing wasn’t right, and you knew that I would not tell you what you wanted to hear. So you didn’t tell me, I had to find out from someone else. You were too ashamed to tell me, and I think that would have been the first time you understood yourself that what you two were doing wasn't right, and wasn’t fair to his girlfriend. The fact that you stopped talking to your best friend in order to hide your boyfriend is enough to show anyone that you knew what you were doing was horrible, and out of character.

This is not my ‘I could have told you so’ moment, because I never got to tell you. This is my 'I wish you had of listened to your own heart’ moment. Because you love blindly, but deep down you know that there is a fine line between right and wrong, and you know when you have crossed it.

So now you have caused this mass causality, and whilst his girlfriend and I were third parties that lost someone they held close to them, and while he lost the two girls he loved to different extents, you lost yourself.

—  And my heart is breaking in the distance for you.

Tfw you get a job that shouldn’t screw you over in two weeks at last!

…That is 2.5+ hours away with 12 hours shifts….

…7 days a week for 3 months at least….

Um. Yeah. I’ll try to keep up with the blog, do my part, but don’t expect any commentary from me for 3+ months starting Monday. If the posts are a bit few and far between tomorrow, apologies, I’m still not that okay. We need the money bad but holy shit. 

^ Dorito Mod