You ever think about the fact that Dean had a horrible realization that all of the people that have loved him have died? Especially any friends hes made, they all die BECAUSE of their love for him
And then Cas goes and ADMITS his love for Dean is what will kill him. Right there in front of the poor broken bi disaster that is Dean. Oof
i realize now why i cant fucking find this post . my habit of reblogging with additions and deleting the original is the death of me
mir geht’s absolut scheiße, ich möchte nur noch heulen..aber dann seh ich ein bild von dir und hab das gefühl, dass alles irgendwie wieder besser ist.
this is meaningless
just like everything ever forever
i love everything
there’s an irony in me scrolling through tumblr when i’m supposed to be doing an assignment on time management
I want sushi so bad 🍣
IT’S FUCKING WEDNESDAY ALREADY?
Me: Um no. No I don’t ever want kids.
Therapist: You’re very good with kids, especially your siblings.
Me: Yes, but that doesn’t mean I could raise my own kid. I can recognize that I’m selfish and have mental health issues that would negatively affect my own child, unlike the women in my family.
Therapist: Well you could always break the wheel! I think you’d be a good mom.
Me: .. Parent. And my way Also breaks the wheel.
Me: Doesn’t bring an innocent new life into it either.
Therapist: You could adopt-
Me: Thought about that. I’d probably foster older kids as more of an older sibling kind of deal. They’ve got a hard road and if I’m financially stable enough for a baby then I’m good for a teenager too.
Therapist: Well if you ever change your mind-
was so consumed by my emotions for the good place that i dreamt/thought about it all night and woke up late for class 😫
Look I fight my depression harder than I fight anything else. Tooth and nail until I’m torn up and bloody. But I am so tired. I am so exhausted from fighting that I just want to sleep. I just want to sleep until I wake up feeling more rested and able to fight again.
E quando in DAD vorresti scrivere:
- Buon pomeriggio a tutti
E arbitrariamente e impropriamente il T9 scrive:
- Buon pompa a tutti
😱 Ecco ora potrei anche andare più di quanto sono già andata.
E dall’ Artide è tutto! Vi saluto “calorosamente”.
ugh i hate joint problems with a passion
I just want to sit criss cross or just with one leg bent but nope unless I wanna be limping for an hour
can’t fricking slouch either or my lower back dies so
Me thinking about Monday… 💢🌈✨
Prayers for me and my family please 🤍 my friend has taken a turn for the worse in his fight with cancer and things aren’t looking good anymore 🥺
weißt du was heftig ist? wir haben uns bisher nur einmal getroffen und das vor zwei jahren, zwischendrin trotzdem immer mal wieder miteinander geschrieben.. und seitdem wir wieder mehr kontakt haben, hab ich das gefühl ohne dich nicht mehr klarzukommen, obwohl wir so unterschiedlich sind und das mit uns wohl nie so richtig funktionieren wird..