GREW UP HARD
FELL OFF HARDER
COOKIN OUR BRAINS SMOKIN THAT SHIT
YOUR DADDY SMOKED IN VIETNAM
YOU’D BE A WRITER
IF HE DIDN’T LEAVE ALL HIS HELL FOR YOU
dust bowl, ethel cain // supernatural

Kiana Khansmith
occasionally subtle
ojovivo
cherry valley forever
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Andulka
Jules of Nature

oozey mess
hello vonnie
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

titsay
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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ellievsbear
Mike Driver
DEAR READER

Origami Around
NASA

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@brotherscain
GREW UP HARD
FELL OFF HARDER
COOKIN OUR BRAINS SMOKIN THAT SHIT
YOUR DADDY SMOKED IN VIETNAM
YOU’D BE A WRITER
IF HE DIDN’T LEAVE ALL HIS HELL FOR YOU
dust bowl, ethel cain // supernatural
season 2, episode 11: playthings
how to look at your brother.
Sex And Violence, SPN S4E14
kid brother but in a pet name kind of way
"refusal to mourn", andrea cohen.
the poet to his lover, césar vallejo (trans. clayton eshleman) // the task of the translator of antigone, anne carson // the burial at thebes, seamus heaney.
charge yalls vibrators this storm looks BAD
- ben frankling in slutty 1752
Sam Winchester In What Is And What Should Never Be | Supernatural 2.20
azazelpossessed!john who likes to tell sam how much his daddy wanted to touch him bad while growing up.
2.01 | 2.08
wincest is ultimately for the yearners who strive above all else to see the love in abusive dynamics
weecest is dry heaving on the side of the road. it’s the cloistering feeling that the world is ending, yet it spins and spins anyway. it’s the backs of sweaty knees slotted against warm thighs and touches that linger too long. a star bursting where the heart should be and taking an entire summer to die out, maybe forever. desecration seared into a kiss playing at softness. warm lakes wading into a cold, endless maw of black. running away even as the realization settles that it will always follow. weecest is the putrid butterflies and the wrongness embedded in marrow.
been in the pits of dramione lately but trust i will always come home to MY favorite brotherwives