Okay, tumblr, I need your help. I’ve seen things like this get thousands and thousands of notes, and I really think that this is a cause worth sharing.
This couple is an elderly couple that live in my small town in Canada’s smallest province. They both suffer from dementia and for the last 55 years, they’ve sent out Christmas cards to everyone in their neighbourhood. They’re both in a home now, and their son is doing a little project. The woman, Bev, her favourite movie is A Miracle On 34th Street, and she especially loves the part where the christmas cards come in by the hundreds. Her son is trying to get that to happen for her.
It would make this lady’s Christmas to get the hundreds of Christmas cards from all over the world. I think we owe it to this kind soul to come together and give her a Christmas miracle. If you would like to send a Christmas card, their information is;
Don and Bev Enman, C/O Summerset Manor
15 Frank Mellish Street
Summerside, P.E.I. Canada
Please reblog this and spread the word, guys. There’s also an article here x if you want to read more about them.
Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? - Stephanie Perkins
repeat after me:
- virginity is a social construct
- you don’t lose your virginity
- there’s nothing valuable or precious about virginity, it’s an imaginary concept
- virginity is inherently heterocentric
- your worth is not defined by whether or not you’ve had a dick inside you
- what you define as sex is up to you, you get to decide how many people you’ve had sex with
- the end
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Roses are red
Violets are blue
First you got the ‘friends and helpers’ baubles:
Then the ‘angel’ baubles:
And below the tree we have Hell / Purgatory with Lucifer and Crowley ruling over:
And hanging above the tree we have Heaven:
Last but not least, at the top of the tree we have the boys:
Bonus: Cas is keeping an eye on everyone in Heaven:
i don’t know whether to love you or hate you
Do not be fooled, I am not that cute in person. I actually resemble a potato. My selfie game is just hella strong.
repeat after me
- you CAN be stressed about school if you have good grades
- you can be stressed about school if you have nice friends
- you čåñ be stressed about school if you seem happy 24/7
- you can absolutely be stressed about school even if the rest of your life is fantastic
- there are not certain conditions you have to have to be stressed about school
- school can be fucking stressful for anyone
I cherish every single little moment shared between Cas and Bobby, because they are precious and they mean something. It’s just beautiful how Castiel, an Angel of the Lord, trusts his weight on Bobby and how that trust isn’t betrayed, given the way the old hunter holds him firmly in his arms. Or how Bobby rests a hand on the wounded angel’s shoulder as though saying ‘take it easy there, you’re not all charged up yet' and then asks him how bad it hurts. Or the way he hesitates to leave Cas alone and powerless with a monster, regardless the fact it's bound. And even the way he shouts at him like a parent sick of their spoiled kid's bullshit. This man who twice had to shoot the love of his life and tasted his own father's contempt; this broken old drunk whose soul Castiel touched such that he could see all the pain and suffering and self-loathing but also all the love and goodness and urge to protect his sons burning fiercely within; this one man with his mere humanity managed to be - through the simplest gestures - more of a fatherly figure to Castiel than God himself ever accomplished. So yeah, unfortunately they never got the chance to bond as strongly as they could have, but nobody’s wrong to say that Bobby is about the closest thing Cas ever had to a father, too.