Do you ever get sad when you realize that in all probablity, someday Sam and Dean are going to walk into a hunt — a haunted house, a warehouse, a forest, a lake — and not gonna come back? So then somebody realizes the impala’s been sitting the for a while now, grass is starting to grow, so it goes to a junkyard or a used car shop after they refit some parts and sold as pre-loved to someone who loves classic cars but isn’t gonna drive it much because the mileage is yeah-high? One day, the guy’s kids are gonna sit in it, and they gonna find all sorts of things: legos and plastic soldiers, empty cartridges, a bottlecap Sam stuffed between the seats because Dean was being an ass again and he was entitled to act like a little brother, a folded candy wrapper because when Cas fell for the nth time and was unable to zap things to the oblivion dimension he just got lazy, nothing telling, nothing important, just years’ worth of debris proving they had a home, they had friends, they existed?
fuck i don’t even watch supernatural and that made me sad
No, no, I’m not going to prison, nor am I in one. I just feel like I am. Home doesn’t feel like home anymore. It feels like a prison that’s trying to suffocate me. My parents are my wardens and I am the prisoner. I don’t feel safe anymore, I just feel lost. I want my parents back.. just my parents, and I want to be their loved child again. I want to feel protected and loved again.. protection and love… that’s what a child needs to grow, right? Not hatred and anger.. Not being told I’m the main problem and a mistake… I’m not a problem… I’m not.. I’m fine just the way I am… I don’t have to prove myself to anyone… I know who I am and I’m proud to be who I am no matter what anyone says.
Okay, so I just realized… My ships in the Hobbit sink.. BUT THEY WILL REMAIN AFLOAT FOREVER!!! ;U;