Why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? Why do we have to sacrifice everything?
Tag: spn edit
i held on as long as i could possibly
my blind faith pushing me to my kneesi felt the warmth of a touch
and it made me believe
❝
i’m laughing with my lover, making forts under covers
trust him like a b r o t h e r, yeah, you know i did one thing right❞
“; and so am I.” — E.E. Cummings, You are Tired (I Think)
J.D. Salinger
— B. Damani || 6WP
samdean otp meme | songs/poems [½]
“you know what? we are home.”
Backup bloh 