wear your armor
whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”
wear your armor and kick ass
TEXTS FROM CAS
Cas doesn’t have wings anymore. Good thing Dean is willing to buy him things that do
mom: *knocks on door*
me: just a second don’t come i—
The reason I don’t smile when I’m riding is because I’m trying to remember where the fuck I’m going.
Or what the fuck I’m doing
Or how the fuck to do it
And if I am smiling, it’s because i just fucked up and i’m trying to cover it up.
This is SO accurate…
If you see me smile you should probably move away from my horse
people with the same name as me are cute but they need to remember who is in charge