Some dreams still plague me after sleep has lifted its heavy hand from my mind. It still holds on to me like a vice, gripping tightly as I try my best to push it away. Remnants and pieces are thrown at me - they taunt and tease me into remembering the heartache and misery, forcing me to live through it a second time. It’s these dreams I loathe the most, and want nothing but to forget as my soul attempts to heal itself from the bruises that were so subconsciously inflicted.
There are sentences I want to start with your name. There are days like that, too.
(Source: alreadyseenalreadyheard, via endlessamongthestars)
have a full-length one, too
i cannot say i have ever watched supernatural or anything with misha collins in it but i am reblogging this because i may or may not have gotten a massive lady boner from those HIPS.
Lady boners abound.
Is this even legal?
Benedict is this sort of beautiful, exotic creature. He’s never going to play an ordinary man, ‘cause he couldn’t. That’s not what he’s like, but he will tell the stories of great men.
Whereas I think Martin Freeman does the exact opposite: he makes ordinary people fascinating. He finds the poetry in just being ordinary, and that’s an extraordinary, exquisite gift. He can tell the story of our lives and make it fascinating.
"(Source: pyromancing)
