He sometimes wonders if it’s possible to whispers secrets directly to someone’s soul, to speak to Sam’s heart without saying the words, those damn words he struggles so much with. They never feel right on his tongue, always too plain, never good enough. Why is there only one word, love, to cover so many beautiful realities ? Why are there words for hate, pain, despair, when there aren’t for the feeling of Sam’s hands on his skin, or of Sam’s voice right in his ear? It’s just so frustrating.
But then he looks at Sam and he sees on his face everything he never says. It’s right there, between each dimple, in Sam’s eyes and in the way he keeps touching Dean. Dean’s face, his arms, his hair, his hands. And maybe that’s what this his, their skins speaking together, silently filling up the gaps words can’t close. And that’s enough, he thinks, because if the words he’s looking for are there, between their entertwined fingers, then maybe he doesn’t need them at all.
It’s Ursa's birthday so you all go wish her a happy birthday because she's sweet and funny and she writes porn in her tags and if that doesn't tell you how amazing she is, then I don't know what will.
I was in line for my autograph time with him and I was like dang what weird looking at him is hard why does he look so perfect what is that stubble what is happening here. so then I finally get up there and I look right at him and WOW it was like looking at the sun and I just blurt out (because it’s true) “Oh my god it hurts to look directly at you” and he goes “Oh yeah, don’t do that” and then proceeds to do cute flirty nice smiles at me with all this genuine warmth and shit and then that’s when my knees buckled and I had to stumble across the room and lean against a wall because standing was legitimately difficult.
You have 6 tattoos.
Full lips. Good, strong hands.
You have 7 freckles on your back,
they map out the big dipper.
You have a scar on your left arm
you carved in high school.
The first time you pulled off your t shirt
I traced the line with my fingers and fell in love
with your strength.
You are a hero
for living from that moment
to this one. You never need to apologize
for how you chose to survive
Your body is a map I know every inch of
and if anyone else
were to kiss me, all they would taste
is your name.
Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)