You see, it’s a metaphor…
You dangle happiness in front of the Winchesters their entire lives but never actually let them get it.
when ur trying to tell someone something but they keep cutting u off
*forgets what im talking about halfway through a sentence*
I feel as fucking useless as a white fucking crayon
u just gotta find someone who prefers black paper my friend
that was the most beautiful thing i’ve ever read