i'm no hero.

independent dean winchester. mature themes present. read the rules.

[greelin]

and you underestimated me. your mistake.

the truest story in six words (via jaclcfrost)

[thequotejournals]

Ghosts talking to us all the time — but we think their voices are our own thoughts.

David Foster Wallace (via thequotejournals)

[capturingsupernatural]

[thequotejournals]

Trusting is hard. Knowing who to trust, even harder.

Maria V. Snyder, Poison Study (via wordsnquotes)

[rpmusings-galore]

                           Name one     {{ H Ꭼ Ꮢ Ꮎ }}    who was HAPPY…

[somethingaboutblacktop-blog]

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Jolene (33 R.P.M) - click for .mp3

Unsure where this came from, if not the palsied hands of the good Lord himself.  Simple premise: Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” slipped from 45 to 33 rpm. Nothing more; no studio trickery, no trip hop drum breaks. The guitar lopes back in and around itself. The bass becomes elastic, hot rubber. The violin stabs become sustained cello lines. The backing choir’s split harmony rattles around, slinking ghostly into the corner.  And most importantly, Parton’s once-frantic vocal is transformed from bubblegum country scrawl into something approximating field holler reverence. 

An already perfect song made transcendental..

[haloless]

Dean in 12x03: The Foundry

[fasciinavit-blog]

         just a bunch of  ＫＩＤＳ,                                that’s all we were.                        a bunch of  ＫＩＤＳ they p ə u ɹ n ʇ  into soldiers.                                                                               and from soldiers, to M̯̼͖͓̄ͮ̏̀ŐN̦͓̣ͣSͣ̃̂ͨͦ͏̱̰̮̞T͔̻̰̝͍̞̿Ē͔̦͎͙͉͎ͭ͜R̩̣͙͍̖ͮ̊͋ͫ̇͝Sͯ̐͆ͯ̔̌͡

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10x01, Black

[anancientheart]

you fear that love will do what it always does turn you into rain

Emery Allen (via wethinkwedream)

[latenightcornerstore]

The first time he calls you holy, you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt. The second time, you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth. He has always surprised you into surprising yourself. Because he’s an angel hiding his halo behind his back and nothing has ever felt so filthy as plucking the wings from his shoulders— undressing his softness one feather at a time. God, if you’re out there, if you’re listening, he fucks like a seraphim, and there’s no part of scripture that ever prepared you for his hands. Hands that map a communion in the cradle of your hips. Hands that kiss hymns up your sides. He confesses how long he’s looked for a place to worship and,oh, you put him on his knees. When he sinks to the floor and moans like he can’t help himself, you wonder if the other angels fell so sweet. He says his prayers between your thighs and you dig your heels into the base of his spine until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue. You will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please. No damnation ever looked as cozy as this, but you fit over his hips like they were made for you.You fit, you fit, you fit. On top of him, you are an ancient god that only he remembers and he offers up his skin. And you take it. Who knew sacrifice was so profane? And once you’ve taught him how to hold your throat in one hand and your heart in the other, you will have forgotten every other word, except his name.

Ashe Vernon, “PROFANE" (via 5000letters)

[lifeinpoetry]

Every angel is terrifying. And yet, alas, I sing to you, almost fatal birds of the soul, knowing what you are.

Rainer Maria Rilke; “Duino Elegies” (via lifeinpoetry)

[out-in-the-open]

[sprsoldier-archive]

they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace

unfinished poems iii // s.z  (via heavenlyrunaway)

[rpmusings-galore]

ＹＯＵ  ＨＡＶＥ  ＮＯ  ＩＤＥＡ  ＷＨＡＴ  

      Ｉ'Ｍ   [[ ＣＡＰＡＢＬＥ ]]   ＯＦ.

[greelin]

and you underestimated me. your mistake.

the truest story in six words (via jaclcfrost)

[amortizing]

I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye. (via amortizing)