I don't know why, and it isn't fair, and believe me, I wish I could stay.
In fact, I want nothing more.
Remember our time fondly, for you will always be the brightest light in my life.
All of my belongings, and the pieces left of me, belong to you, as it should be.
Watch musicals and think of me.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
I always will.
Thank you for everything you have given me.
//just a little poem to express the heart-wrenching pain i'm in after watching the season finale (i'm a mess)
Fandoms: Fall Out Boy
23 Apr 2017
because the overcast kids don't die
the poisoned youths persevere
the youngbloods stand tall
a tribute to those who never stopped suffering from those who never stopped waiting (inspired by this purple madness)
07 Jan 2017
They are never letting go - not of their mission, and not of each other. They are all they have ever had, and no matter what happens, that doesn't change.
Many may have lost their faith in Sam and Dean Winchester and what they stand for, but I have not, and I will not let their legacy fade into the hopelessness of Season 12. The Winchesters are more than the tired actors we see on screen nowadays. They are a history, an epic, a gospel. They are a lesson, and a lifestyle. Do not let them die. Do not let them drift away like smoke. We are a family. And we do not leave each other behind. We do not give up.
Title from the Fall Out Boy song Immortals.
"You will die, but now your life is free"
There's a new fixture in his nightmares, darker and warmer and greener than his old ones.
Title from the Twenty One Pilots song Truce.
"You wanna know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? It was how many times I've let you down. I can't do that again."
He has never been told that he is worth it, that he is enough. He has never been loved the way he deserves, and it has taken a toll on that broken man. So when you ask yourself, Dean, why is he doing this? Remember that his entire life, he has been blamed for things that weren't his fault. He blames himself. For what? Everything. Existing. Burdening you. Letting you down. All he's ever done is give, and you turn around and call him a monster.
//Are you ready for another bad poem?