This Is Thirteen's Motto

A certainty rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

The Song of Achilles | Madeline Miller

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Captain Kirk!

#2020 mood

Happy birthday Emma Watson!

Born on April 15, 1990

This is all absolutely amazing and valid, the Vantablack Sheets alone are genius. But I Refuse to think he does not have the cheapest grossest liquor to drown his sorrows in when an ange- NoOne, no one at all cancels plans or gets mad at him or otherwise fails to recognize Crowley is always (1) moment away from being run over by his anxiety

an inventory of anthony j. crowley’s flat

14 stress plants™ whose dirt has absorbed so much anxiety it would send anyone who touched it to hospital

1 lectern from exact geographical location of angelic rescue, retrieved when no one was looking as bomb sirens were malfunctioning for some reason

1 table that has inspired zero (0) fantasies of being plowed vigorously upon it by any angels at all 

1 throne, only incidentally covered in carved winged creatures, which was there when occupant moved in

1 bed, 6000-year-old white feather decoupaged onto headboard at owner’s request

1 pair of Vantablack sheets, obtained without the permission of artist with whom current owner is in bitter longtime dispute 

1 television/1 not television, depending on the time of day

1 sculpture depicting recreational masculine sport, for fitness inspiration

0 lights

1 sketch by artist with lustful designs, whose attention needed to be diverted for very important infernal reasons

1 safe containing 1 thermos of holy water, which has remained in safe for 50 years and has never been taken out occasionally and cried over

1 copy of Extremely Big Book of Astronomy, with “Holiday with Angel?” scribbled and then crossed out and then scribbled again five times in margins of section on Alpha Centauri

1 pair of snakeskin Louboutins

5 bags of cat food for Gorgo, the neighborhood cat whose cuddling and purrs are very annoying

1 citrus juicer

You know those things where you only find a fragment at first, and it sticks with you, makes you feel something you've forgotten or never have? And you never look for context, never need it, maybe you assume the fragment is it, that the sentence is complete. But then, completely by accident you find the fragments origin, its home when it's not nestled in you collarbones, not wrapped around your lackluster heart. And you find the home is just as magnificent, and all those feelings you felt the first time come washing back in a hundredfold. And then you explore the home, and the neighborhood, you find the architect and try to see everything his hands have constructed. And for just a little while, you get to be lost. And it's the most magnificent thing.

This is probably too long and incoherent, but it's late and I might as well. Sorry for the scrolling.

“You Are Jeff” by Richard Siken

I feel so attacked and seen

So? Dude, what we do, you can’t learn this crap in a book. You put on a flannel, you pick up a gun, you go out there. Either you get good fast or you get dead faster. - Dean Winchester

Happy Birthday Abby @spn-idjits-guide-to-hunting

Every single time I see fanart of Michael (beloved underscore not mcchill) my brain conjures up an image of the Beloved Underscore household laying in bed one morning sleepy with Micheal between Tubbo and Ranboo. And Micheal uses all of his might and toddler instincts to simultaneously head-but Tubbo and Kick Ramboo square in the back with his hooves. And i just think that’s wonderful.

So, I love ocean