#she's being dramatic

[desiderium-eden]

Cuddle? She says that if she doesn't get cuddles, she'll die!!!

[movedtoazrahel]

" ya know -- every time a winchester calls on me, i lose a century on my life . . . "

[toxicrayofsunshine]

Keres: I was not that drunk

Dean: You asked Benny if he was single

Keres: So? I wasn't being serious

Dean: Oh really? Then why'd you break down sobbing when he jokingly said 'No, I've got a girlfriend'

Keres: Um...

Dean: It took us ten minutes to calm you down enough to explain that YOU are the girlfriend.

Keres: I blame Tequila

Dean: We all do

[cigarettemommy]

I’ll be playing sims until my eyes bleed to try and numb the pain so that I don’t have a full blown breakdown over something so fucking stupid.... again I repeat I want to rip my brain out and throw it on the fucking ground how the FUCK did my phone fall out of my purse dude I’m so angry.... please sims god take away the pain

[electronegasteve]

I write shit when I'm alone and sad to pass the time 😂

I had dreams. Aspiration of a vast calamity in my wake that all excitement would burst at the seems.

Green grass, blue skies as far as the eye could see. I stand in a mirror of blue produced by the soul of inexplicable grief.

Nerves and bonds that root deep into the earth, I am petrified of the happenings which I have wrought yet all is my doing with no regret.

Who would have thought that freedom and vulnerability would come with a cost of isolation and solidarity all in one ounce of discomfort.

I sit in my bastille like a castle over a land of fermented joy and smile with content.

Extend the gauntlet and let it fall like a drop of rain. To allow the seeds to find their way and live again.

The tree will grow, tall and strong, to release the fears and replace all that is missing.

Only then will the lock stir in the mist to find the key and open the prison.

[piltover-sharpshooter]

Vi takes the hat and wears it proudly.

There is an audible gasp as Vi takes the dirty hat that belongs to her and puts it on.

“Vi? Conspiring with zaunite evil doers?”

[jasmineturner-blog]

“Brennan is that you?” Jasmine called out as she laid there wearily on the hospital bed, at least two blankets placed over her body as she tried to find some warmth. “I’m dying, I really am. It’s. So. Cold.” She added, “not how I imagined my end.”

@brennanxtalbot

[toxicrayofsunshine]

Keres: DRAGONS ARE NOT DRAMATIC!

Dean: Just you then?