i just realized the nature of my love for wincest.
something in me resonates with that shared trauma, the ultimate bond, incest as a twisted, ugly way to survive the impossible. the heart yearns for an unbreakable connection that is so monstrous and forbidden that no other life drama can ever ruin something so fucked up.
that being said, something in me also craves for those imaginary winchesters in my head to find a way to overcome it, to heal, to stop.
If it makes any sense, it feels like in my own personal thoughts, wincest exists as a terrible weapon that was used against the darkest shit but must one day be surrendered.





















