You are constellations, and you are breaths
that swirl in cold times
and you are the music that thrums across my pulse late at night
and you are the music that thrums across my pulse late at night
Sorry if most of what I post today is supernatural, I’m still freaking out about the finale. So if you’re not a supernatural blog, very sorry.
My friend and I were complaining about how supernatural and arrow weren’t on and this other person said to us “haha I don’t watch tv shows I don’t have to go through that pain” and continued to tell us to stop watching the tv shows and get a cat. I might slap her.
kinda want 2 die kinda want 2 make out
HOW DID I MISS THIS.
GUYS. You know that feeling you get? When you have days, or months, or years where you forget, but it suddenly hits you that you’re breathing? I think that this is Castiel’s first moment of that. This moment, standing outside the laundromat, washing his blood-stained clothes, he realizes, for the first time ever, that he is breathing, and what a frightening though. In that instance, that breath catches in his chest because he might think, with his now-human mind, how long have I NOT been breathing?
And oh, how amazingly vulnerable and poetic it is. An angel, needing to breathe. More than anything else, that hits it home HARD for me, and potentially, Castiel too, just how mortal he now is.
How Dean Winchester says I love you.
I JUST REALISED HE NEVER ACTUALLY SAYS IT OH SHIT LET ME DIE
