Artist: Kansas
Album: Leftoverture
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Carry On My Wayward Son -Kansas
Number one rule of fandom: Thou shalt never not reblog this song if thou art a member of the Supernatural fandom.
Putting the lyric ‘cause I wanna sing-a-long.
Song: Carry on my wayward son
Artist: Kansas
Lyric
Carry on my wayward son,
For there’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don’t you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I’m dreamin’,
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
For there’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don’t you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely
means that I don’t know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I’m like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but
I hear the voices say
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life’s no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son,
For there’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don’t you cry no more
Ever noticed how your body is trying to keep you safe?
When you hurt yourself and don’t put a band-aid on it because you think you deserve the pain
Your body creates a natural band-aid to keep you protected.
When you want to tear open your skin
Your skin fights back, creates a tough skin of scar tissue to prevent it happening again.
When you take all those pills because you’ve had enough
Your stomach contracts to get rid of them
Because your body
Wants you
To live.
This is literally the best thing I’ve read this year
dreams DO come true
Doctor Who Cares? - A spinoff in which all is right with the ladies’ storylines and they take custody of the TARDIS every weekend to explore the universe together, defeating misogyny and laughing along the way
i got really excited because tommorow is a minimum day, and after tommorow’s school day i can stop worrying about exams and get back to tumblr and skyping with kate uwu
but then
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME SCHOOL ENDS AT TWELVE AND IM TAKING A FUCKING PHYSICS EXAM UNTIL FOUR
Someone’s probably in love with you right now, even though you think you’re boring and stupid and smell bad most of the time, someone probably saw you last week and wiped their sweaty hands on the insides of their pockets and thought about your body under your clothing and about how you would look asleep in their bed
The Cycle of Abuse Illustrated Through Single Photos and Multiple Models
Statistics show that 70% of people who are abused as children will grow up into adults who will in turn abuse children. A recent awareness ad campaign by Mexican organization Save the Children shared this fact in single photographs that are both creative and difficult to stomach.
The advertisements were originally published back in May 2012, and were created by Mexican agency Y&R and photographer Ale Burset.Each one uses five models showing one individual at different stages of life. In the foreground, the individual is experiencing abuse as a child. Older versions of the abused child grow up as they walk across the background of the frame, and turn into the original abuser by the time they walk a full circle.
“70% of abused children turn into abusive adults. Donate at savethechildren.mx,” the advertisements say.
supernatural season 8x21 - “the great escapist”
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A click came from the door as it was being unlocked. Dean Winchester walked inside the motel room, not wanting to do anything other than sleep.
“How was he?” his brother, Sam, asked sitting on one of the two beds. His forehead was creased with worry lines and there was a small frown on his lips.
Dean just shook his head as he locked the door.
“Dean?” Sam asked, his voice soft. His attempt in delicacy was appreciated. Dean stood in front of the door, not having turned around yet. He let his head fall back as he took in a deep breath, steadying his emotions.
“He’s getting worse, Sammy,” Dean barely managed to prevent his voice from cracking. When he turned around his brother had his arms open and was moving towards him. Dean hated this, but he accepted the hug. Hell, he needed it.
Every time Dean visited it became harder and harder to keep himself together. He started believing the worst, rather than just fearing it. Castiel was losing his memory, slowly, but surely.
Dean rapped lightly on the blue hospital door.
“Come in,” he was given in reply.
He opened the door slowly, to see a man resting just under six foot with dark hair and blue eyes standing at the foot of the hospital bed. He was apparently doing something with the television before Dean had interrupted him.
“Oh, hello,” Castiel, the now fallen angel, greeted him. Dean tightened his lips letting his eyes fall to the floor for a moment. The tone in those words was as though Dean was just another orderly coming in to give him his check-up. He almost turned around and left right then.
“Hey, Cas,” Dean choked out.
Castiel’s head tilted to the side as he looked over at Dean, his eyes squinting. His face burst into a smile. “Oh! It’s you.”
Dean forced out a breathy chuckle because it was better than breaking down in front of the man who was once in love with him.
“I brought you something,” Dean moved towards the bed setting the paper bag in his arms on the sheets. Castiel moved to stand beside him, slightly too close. Dean opened the bag to reveal a burger, but not just any burger, a special burger. Homemade, free-range ground sirloin with lettuce, tomatoes, ketchup, and Swiss cheese.
“How did you know this was my favorite?” Castiel beamed removing the sandwich from the bag. Dean forced a smile out while the fallen angel took a bite.
The two sat together while Castiel ate. He was the one doing most of the talking since Dean knew if he spoke his composure would betray him. Castiel explained how there was a show on the TV that he did not like and how he was trying to change it. The remote wasn’t working so he had to get up, because calling a nurse for that is just a waste. Dean simply smiled and nodded.
When he was finished they both stood and Dean offered to take his trash and Castiel smiled. Just as Dean was grabbing the trash from his hands, Castiel stopped him saying, “Wait…”
Dean bit his lip, he sounded like his Cas there briefly.
As the ex-angel held Dean’s hand, studying it, a soft and sad smile came to his lips. “Your hands,” he muttered. “Has anyone ever told you that you have wonderful hands?”
“Yes,” Dean coughed out in a half laugh, half sob.
With tears welling in his eyes he said, “You used to. All the time.”