Please handle me with care. I’ve been broken since I was four, when I watched my mother burned on the roof, when I carried my brother away from the danger, when I watched my father lose himself in grief.
Please handle me with care. I’ve covered myself up for years and it’s hard to put myself on the line, to let you see me, to let you know.
Please handle me with care. I love too fast, too strong, and I don’t know how to let go, how to move on.
this is heartbreaking
i think everyone thinks about becoming a prostitute at one point in their life
6th grade was a hard time for me
i want tattoos and self esteem
do you have those memories that are really cringey and you never speak of and something triggers the memory and you want to fucking wash your brain out with bleach
Do you ever just stop and think
Would my favourite character actually like me as a person?
"When I was in high school, I liked to pretend that I was a Russian foreign exchange student. I would do things like go into a pizza restaurant and tell them I’d never had pizza before, and they’d bring me into the kitchen and show me how to make an American pizza. It’s really fun."
I AM A GODDAMN DELIGHT GUYS
In case anyone wonders why I say NO YOU ARE A DELIGHT to my friends on occasion, this.
I’m really scared to keep watching Supernatural because I heard on tumblr.com that as the seasons progress Sam becomes sadder and his hair grows longer but im only on season 2 and he’s already pretty sad and shaggy so by the time i get to season 8 he’s probably going to be a suicidal chewbacca and i don’t know if i want to see him like that
this is my favorite story about supernatural