#through me

[strangefear]

Any time I'd struggled on

Against the course, out on my own

Every time, I'd burn through the world, I'd see

That the world, it burns through me

[tastelesstoast]

Hey i just realized that in your banner, desmond and riffraff have eachother’s colour palette as clothes. Hey so thats genius. Hey so im gonna shave your head

tell that to @1nternet-m0th, he drew my banner he's the genius that put the to work. It was genuinely so good, he has amazing thoughts and executions and I love his art. That's my bestie right there. my GENIUS bestie.

so shave his head not mine thank you.

[palomajena]

not to be brainwashed by society into thinking that romantic love is the ultimate pursuit of life or whtv but my biggest dream rn is to acquire someone who truly understands me, who i am in love with, and be commited to them and they are to me </3

[ao3feeddestiel]

Through me to you

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KyUX5ge by Abidea Words: 3128, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, John Winchester, Crowley (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Gabriel (Supernatural), Uriel (Supernatural), Raphael (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Slow Burn, Roommates, Smut, Angst, Inconveniences to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Romance, relationship, Fluff, Genderswap, genderbent, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Childhood Trauma read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KyUX5ge

[headfirst4-haloss]

4/17/25 4:20 pm

[evenasmallcough]

Felt your breath as it passed through my arteries, the little veins in my wrists the thick one like a hose in my neck almost dreamed you were speaking to me

Diane Wakoski, Smudging

[brightwrite]

Picture a grave

picture six feet freshly dug

the sharp temporary walls

at the long-term cliff edge of the world

light and air find some new deepness there

and usher down the sky where one stands by

and tries make sense of it

But try measure loss

measure the silence of a house

the unheard footsteps at the doorway

the unemployment of the mouth

the waking up having forgotten

and remembering again

the full extent

of what forever is

with each grave

I think of loss and I can only think of you

and I couldn't measure it