☆ Aʙᴏᴜᴛ Tʜᴇ Bʟᴏɢɢᴇʀ ☆
Hello! I'm Clara, I'm sixteen years old, and I live in the Midwest in the USA. I am currently a junior in highschool. I am also in a steady relationship with 17+ television shows while being married to Lexi on the side. Pizza is my staple food and I love music. My favorite color is blue (wow so original) and I have read a plethora of books. I have an issue with forming aesthetically pleasing outfits. My relative intelligence and my 100% rockin'
boobs personality are my only assets.
I love my friends more than myself so you should really befriend me so I can cling to you like a leech (in the words of Eddie, leeches purify the blood so it's okay). You should pretty please rec some movies to me
especially spanish ones!! because I want to become as filmographically learned as possible. I am currently having 40000000 heart attacks over the prospect of college so you should scream with me about that whenever.
Other than that, my life mainly consists of not studying for important tests, blogging obsessively about two hunters and a fallen angel, watching new tv shows, watching movies, ignoring my responsibilities, crying, and reading. I really enjoy singing, expanding my vocabulary, and learning Spanish in my copious free time. Juanes, The Lumineers, Lana del Rey, PTX, Panic! at the Disco, Marianas Trench, Bastille, fun., Owl City, Mumford & Sons, Marina and the Diamonds, and an eclectic assortment of other artists make my life way better and comprise most of my playlists. Totally check out my music tag ~
If you read all of this I love you more than sweaters ❤❤❤
- fanart is not mine
- audio posts link takes you away from my blog to trntbl
- yeah that’s it, have a nice day! <3
When the moon fell in love with the sun
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night [☀]
But can you just imagine the indefinable web of stardust, this galaxy of impalpable energy and boundless knowledge all trapped into one sentinel being, Castiel? Can you just imagine his first step onto the solid, three-dimensional planes of Earth, his wonder and awe at the miracle of childbirth, the world-shaking power and strength in human love and devotion? Can’t you see the glint in his eye, the grace in the skeleton of his borrowed hand, the gentle ease with which he sees and speaks and treats this admirable creation of his Father’s?
And then he meets this human, this overwhelming, tide-turning, green-eyed man with voice as hard as steel, and hands as soft as cotton. This one man, this one small man with his one small human soul that flips Castiel’s world upside down, that redefines his old definitions. And it’s not fair, that he can change everything that Castiel’s ever known in the blink of an eye, it’s not fair the weight on his shoulders, the burden, heavy down to the very blood that courses through his veins.
This Dean, Castiel watches him—watches him meticulously. He hears his steel voice, hears it, and it cuts shards into his integrity and makes his own voice come out weak and frail. He wants to map the planes of this man’s chest with his hands, with his lips; he wants to learn him again like he did the first time (when he put him together like a bloody puzzle). Castiel wants, sordidly, he wants, and he’s never known the bittersweet edge of agony that want can bring—the tantalizing taste of a human vice so strange to his angelic insight.
And though Castiel knows him, to the very dark and tortured expanses of his soul, at the same time, he does not know him. On a different plane, he owns that soul, it wears his brand, (he rescued it with his own grace) but here on Earth—he is nothing more than a body, than a breath in the limitless universe that is Dean.
And it’s all too much for Castiel to handle—it’s dangerous, it’s indefinite, indefinable. It’s mutiny, rebellion, betrayal, and yet how can something so indeterminately wrong, feel so right?
all clawed up with her insides in her hands. put her out of her misery like a sick dog.
A3 paper and crappy color pencils.
Original photo here