c-o-r-r-u-p-t:

c-o-r-r-u-p-t:

"I’m losing everything"

I carved that into that bridge almost 11 months ago. I did lose everything I had back then. I lost my friends, I lost my safe place, and I lost myself. But a couple months later I found better friends. I found a safer place. I recreated myself. I’m still fucked up beyond all belief, but I lost everything and then found things that were even better. 

c-o-r-r-u-p-t:

c-o-r-r-u-p-t:

"I’m losing everything"

I carved that into that bridge almost 11 months ago. I did lose everything I had back then. I lost my friends, I lost my safe place, and I lost myself. But a couple months later I found better friends. I found a safer place. I recreated myself. I’m still fucked up beyond all belief, but I lost everything and then found things that were even better. 

(via stormafter)

dumplingdean:

“You’re cute,” Dean says.

It’s raining, hard, and Cas is shivering.  His glasses are speckled with raindrops and his hair is wet, matted against his forehead.  He’s drunk, and when he’s drunk he makes bad decisions.

“So are you,” he murmurs, leaning in closer towards Dean. 

Their lips touch, and it’s the last thing Castiel remembers.

**

“You what?” Anna asks incredulously.  Her red hair frames her pale face, cheeks red and ruddy from the cold. 

Read More