(Source: untrustyou, via blackbaggage)

"today my teacher asked me
where my heart was.
anatomically, i should’ve answered
‘just to the left of the breastbone.’
but my god that’s not where my heart is at all.
it’s inside you."

— you have my heart and i don’t ever want it back - sad-disposition (via perfect)

(via rllygay)

(via ace)

bakasara:

cuddlesdean:

Things I want:

For someone to worry about Dean.

For someone to take notice of Dean’s pain

For someone to tell Dean that he is special

For someone to go out of there way to help/protect Dean

Castiel. The thing you just described is called a Castiel.

(Source: immortaldean, via nsyncandbutts)

smellslikeateensblog:

have a great day :)

smellslikeateensblog:

have a great day :)

8oo:

i think the coolest thing would be to see a new color

(via emilyahoy)

"There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face."

— Lemony Snicket (via swimmingpoolforants)

         

(via scntrx)

(Source: elppadab, via blunk-128)

"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell  (via oddi-tea)

(Source: franstar, via ninasbored)