I'm Hopelessly Hopeful
artsypaige:

the1janitor:

hidansays:

cons-science:

writer vs. muse: the animation

I tried to scroll over this

i saw this a few times but I just realized what was happening, this is sick


so beautiful

artsypaige:

the1janitor:

hidansays:

cons-science:

writer vs. muse: the animation

I tried to scroll over this

i saw this a few times but I just realized what was happening, this is sick

so beautiful

"You know what, I’m a realist. I don’t see much hope for us, Dean."

"I’ve seen stranger things happen, hell of a lot stranger."

"Goodbye Dean."

"I’ll see you Cassie. I will.

folicadcux:

Soul Punk + Snapchats

touchmeslowly:

learning2swim:

I think relationships in general are over romanticized like at the end of the day I’m pretty sure a good relationship is just two people who know how to hang out and talk to each other not whether or not they can right all your wrongs or paint a picture of a thousand suns with the breath from your lungs or some shit

finally someone said it.

supertrout95:

seeing your NOTP (that you hate) on your dash, but understanding that it’s their opinion and ur not a hater

image

garrisonbabe:

A letter comes in the mail from Cape Girardeau, no return address, no indication of what’s inside. Dean frowns down at it and wonders how it even ended up on the Bunker’s front steps anyway. His address isn’t even on it.

The first thing he thinks of is Cassie and a small, bitter smile plays at his lips. When he thinks about the things he could have had, she’s always somewhere in there.

Dean, I’m a realist.

He hates himself for making her one. Just another drop in the bucket, though. After Lisa…

The envelope is plain, just a small Liberty Bell stamp up in the corner, nothing special. Every muscle in his back is tight when he lowers himself into a chair in the library, a side-effect from hours of tuning baby’s front-end suspension. He uses his pocket knife to cut through the paper, still unsure of what could be inside.

It’s a letter written on light blue paper with black lines. A photo falls out onto the table with it and he picks it up, brows furrowed and lips pursed. What the hell is this? In the photo is a boy, his skin the same beautiful shade as Cassie’s, maybe a bit lighter in the center of his face. His eyes…

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nonbinaryanders:

Reblog this if you were pissed the writers opted for Dean to go to Lisa instead of Cassie.



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