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@fluffywings
Hello everybody!!!! kindest regards to those of you who are still hanging around here somewhere.
It’s been a while.
I am now on the verge of turning 30 LOL and decided to rewatch spn for the first time in YEARS. Last time I came here was to watch the finale with you all <3
So far im on episode 1x04, and it’s as amazing as I remember it, so that’s cool
I’m crumbly like a dirt don’t pick me up
When Margaret Atwood said, "there is something in your throat that wants to get out and you won't let it." and then Franz Kafka wrote, "And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid."
—this is a one shot thing we got going on here. —it’s nobody’s business but ours.
oliver baez bendorf “bone dust” // “you up?” rachelle toarmino // “vocabulary” bao phi // svetlana alexievich “secondhand time”(trans. bela shayevich) // har alluri “ancestral memory” // céline sciamma on portrait of a lady on fire // “the glass essay” anne carson
It kind of baffles me that a lot of people never got to experience the Mishapocalypse. Not like it was something that was good, more like, it was something you’d only see on this website in like…10 years.
Imagine you wake up on April Fool’s day. You log into tumblr. Immediately your dash is encompassed with Misha’s face. Everyone’s icon has been changed to that same, staring, blank face. You check your followers. Every single one of them has that face. You try going into your normal tags. Even those are filled with Misha’s face. Nowhere is safe. Misha is everywhere. You go to Twitter to complain about it. Misha’s face is there too.
Within hours of the event starting, there’s already a wiki entry and an urban dictionary entry for it. Gifs that you may have recognized of being popular at that time have Misha’s face photoshopped over them. Repeating patterns of Misha’s face. Misha illusions. Misha’s face OVER MISHA’S FACE.
Eventually, even Misha is like, “Yeah, this is fucking weird. What the fuck are you guys doing.” But it doesn’t stop. People hit post limit. They can’t post anymore. Suddenly, you notice that your dash is starting to thin out, slowly, one by one. There’s a hypothetical tumbleweed bouncing across your dash by 10pm that night.
Anyone who tried to blacklist the Mishapocalypse suddenly found that their dashboard was sent into the shadow realm. Nothing is there. They tried to unfollow people who were participating in it. They had no blog content at the end of the day.
The next day, we all wake up and continue on with our lives like nothing ever happened. It was like a fever dream. What the fucked happened. Where did our lives go for that day.
That was the Mishapocalypse.
It looked a little something like this
and it was absolute hell
It was over within like a day though that was he weird part. There were stragglers through the following weeks but the main bit was over within hours it was the weirdest shit I’ve ever seen
Listen, cringe culture is a drag so I’m gonna say it. I still unironically think the Mishapocalypse was fucking hilarious.
HELLO AGAIN
hello hi my babies, some of you are still following me and it’s literally been years since i last came on here, and now i’m back for the series finale... its been a long road!!!!!
does anyone have any link to watch the episode tonight? please help a fellow former spn blog
I tried to leave you behind me, but I am more faithful than I intended to be.
Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie (via wordsnquotes)
If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via wordsnquotes)
Why do I have to experience everyone’s emotions as if they have found a home deep within my soul? Am I eternally cursed with the ability to understand, but never be understood? I am tired of feeling like I am everyone all at once, but nobody having the ability to comprehend me. I literally feel the love and hate of everyone around me. Somehow the empathy I have for every single being in existence still fills me with a particular kind of loneliness. The kind that never truly fades away.
Lynette Simeone (via wnq-writers)
She was the moon, it’s a shame you didn’t appreciate the night, but I stayed awake to witness what you chose to ignore. I found beauty in her darkness…
R.H. Sin, Whiskey, Words, and a Shovel (via wordsnquotes)
I add anxiety to my coffee in the morning. I let it mix into my bloodstream And linger with me. We’re old friends. Growing together since neither of us can seem to let the other go. Change my middle name to nervous. My hands shake. My lungs forget to fill. And my blood pretends to be a hurricane. Far too often. I add anxiety to my liquid courage at night And pray to the god of self-control For tomorrow to be the day That I drink my coffee alone in the morning.
Gabriel Anthony (via wnq-writers)
You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid.
Oscar Wilde (via wordsnquotes)
There’s too much of me, for you to be able to hold in your arms. You only think you have me contained. I’ve already spilled some of myself on the earth, rain forever reaching for thirsty roots.
incandescentghost (via wnq-writers)
I have loved you above everything else in the world.
Henrik Ibsen, A Doll’s House (via wordsnquotes)
Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via wordsnquotes)
