What A Week Huh?

drew a very basic castiel for my stanford era fic, this gentle sin! our boy is tired. mainly because of his stupid ass future boyfriend (who i also drew!).

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things

some very different drawings about the ocean 🌊🐚

y’all really liked my cas drawing, so i figured i might as well toss out dean!! this is from my stanford era fic, this gentle sin, where dean works at a certain auto shop called singer’s auto. this one’s a lot more detailed than the other one, so expect a little cas scene (and possibly a destiel smooch 👁️) in the future :3

No time to explain, just get in

‘something’s wrong’, a disability with no name.

i’ve spent almost two years trying to figure out the mystery diagnoses that have been ruining my life. every test, imaging and lab under the sun has come back normal, even when i know it’s not. we have ideas, but nothing concrete. i’ve lost almost 60 pounds without meaning to. everything hurts. and all of this is… exhausting. i doubt what i feel because i have nothing to call it, and i doubt its importance because it could always be worse. and i should be grateful that technically, nothing is wrong, but something IS wrong, and i don’t know what to do with that, either.

i’m not sure how this piece ended up the way it did; maybe my brain needed to make sense of everything in a way that makes no sense. sometimes the body is a broken doll is a mess is a horrible thing.

youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga

the thing about going to bed early is that it doesn't stop you from being awake at one am anyway. doctors dont tell you this

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update on personal life stuff

got hit by 12 cars and died. sory. all at once. no traces left behind. I think one of the cars was carnivorous