Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.




theshirelock:

if artistic people are forced to take years of math and science then why don’t sciencey people have to take art and music classes

autumnhaswifi:

thesuperwalkingdeadangels:

thecapn:

what if sam gets locked closing the gates of hell

and cas gets locked closing the gates of heaven

and dean is trapped on earth as a restless spirit 

and that’s how the show ends 

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what if i locked you in a room and never let you out

dylanofuckme:

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this was a very very very very very very very very very good look for posey

likethewaterfilter:

i get so uncomfortable when people ask me what im doing on the computer like can u not

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Reality is merely an illusion: mais-non: I rarely do text posts but a certain thing upsets me more...
"To be or not to be? Bitch I might be"


grantaires:

the next time you are about to talk about grantaire doing anything with enjolras without enjolras’ consent please let this post serve as a kind reminder that grantaire literally has to ask his permission to die with him 

do you really think he would touch him without asking first

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