"There's No Hope For The Future." And That's How They Felt During The Atomic Age, During The World Wars,

god grant me the strength to write my weird porn, the serenity to write my weird porn and the wisdom to write my weird porn

youre so gay you probably think this song is about you

Irish summers, County Kerry, Ireland 1988 - by Harry Gruyaert (1941), Belgian

i know it's hard. but i so firmly believe the strongest antidote to loneliness is reaching out first. and continuing to reach out. again and again and again. excise any scrap of shame you hold about being the person who texts first or pitches the plan or asks to get lunch. everyone is tired and busy and struggling. and afraid of feeling unwanted and unimportant. don't let the people you love feel that way. reach out first. don't be a ghost in your own life.

Red Circle Sorcery Comics presents Essays in the Supernatural by Gray Morrow

Ants On Gingham Fabric 

lost in time, like tears in rain.

we need to be weirder & so so earnest now more than ever

don’t try this at home

me, writing destiel: how can i fit a dog motif in here