How Do You Cry With Inanimate Eyes

I feel so all alone
No one's gonna fix me when I'm broke
How do you cry with inanimate eyes?
You're never gonna smile with the way that you are
And I feel so all alone

destiel-flavored-pie:

twinkletwinkleyoulittlefuck:

destiellica:

carry-on-my-otp:

dirkology:

dirkology:

dirkology:

WHEN I WAS

A YOUNG BOY

MY FATHER

found my mom burning on the celing, so he vouched to find the thing that killed her, and so me and my brother grew up on the road and was taught how to kill monsters

TO SEE A MARCHING BAND

HE SAID

take your brother outside as fast as you can 

(via most-nights-are-pretty-odd)

not-thefunniestblog:

"oh you’re not doing anything so i guess you can help me with th-“
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practicedeception:

10-calories:

this is a massive trigger for some odd reason

Me too

practicedeception:

10-calories:

this is a massive trigger for some odd reason

Me too

(Source: starve-said-ana-and-i-am, via justdontwordshurt)

thestorysowet:

Citizen.

thestorysowet:

Citizen.

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dondianda:

Stars over the sea

dondianda:

Stars over the sea

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rainbowsmudge:

deanwinchestersshortshorts:

ys-ella:

maestremadness:

my-british-soul:

lado-sur:

renal-agenesis:

The Game of Life.

oh my god

what an interesting way to look at things.

lifes a gamble

and death always wins

because death has nothing to lose

wow.

Or maybe because Death’s a cheating whore look at that fuck hiding cards under his bony ass

HO GAWD

Holy shit

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My mother warned me about cigarettes that could cause cancer
But she never told me that self-hatred can grow faster than any tumour ever could

My father warned me that I should never stop thinking
But he never told me that overthinking would kill my happiness

My sister warned me about other people who might make hurtful comments about me
But she never told me that instead of hearing someone else’s voice, I’d hear my own

My brother warned me about drugs in baggies sold on the street,
But he never told me about the ones that people put in your glass when you’re not looking

My grandmother warned me about the devil with his tail and red horns
But she never told me about his angelic smile and dark, ocean blue eyes

My grandfather warned me about booze that could kill
But he never told me that if you drink enough alcohol, it tastes like love

My cousin warned me that I should love my virginity to a guy I love
But she never told me he should love me, too

My aunt warned me that if I kept eating that much, I might vomit
But she never told me that even without eating anything, you can hang over the toilet and puke

My baby sitter warned me that a boy could break my heart
But she never told me that if I made him mad, he’d also break my arm and nose

My teacher warned me about dangerous men with knives that could cut my throat
But she never told me that I didn’t need these men to cut my skin

They all warned me that I shouldn’t do dangerous things that could kill me
But I never had the chance to ask them if slitting both of my wrists vertically
And taking thirty-eight aspirins, was one of these dangerous things

—   d.a.n. (the-fault-in-our-scars)
deep (via best-thing-you-never-had)

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