Survivor’s Diary

sinnabonka:

sinnabonka:

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I woke up to sirens and fighters today. To my husband calling from Poland, where I had to leave to in 4 days, with tears in his eyes, asking, what’s the plan. I woke up numb, cold and hot at the same time. Terrified. It’s 4 people and 3 animals in our household, and it’s dead silent, only TV rambling and sirens wailing outside.

A lot of you asking how you could help.

Ukraine:

Me personally:

deanandkastiel:

oh 🥺

regardingjenmish:

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CUTEEEEEEE

sinnabonka:

The best “Half Empty” review 👀

The best “Half Empty” review 👀

butchsubaru:

yes

sinnabonka:

“It’s just you and me,” Dean whispered, their too-big world narrowed down under the blanket to the things he longed for most.

Shelter. Home. Light.

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but-theres-wolves:

I personally would have enjoyed dean and Cas like, shirking their responsibilities to feed each other wine and make out and be super messy and, crucially, giggle the entire time

winchester-reload:

The world’s grumpiest spring butterfly 🦋

sinnabonka:

so Danielle reached out to me on Twitter. I couldn’t find any words to talk about That Day for over a month 💔

you can read the rest of our story here

gay-cajun-vampire-sidepiece:

gay-cajun-vampire-sidepiece:

manifesting someone asking very specific questions to jensen ackles such as ‘do you have bad knees?’ and 'did you by any chance buy a new car with impressive sound system in 2010?

jensen would be so confused but misha would get what the questions are about and go “no, the poem isn’t about him” and then jensen’d go “what poem?” and misha would go “there is a poem about me going camping with a "friend”“ and jensen’d go "what does "friend” mean?“ "oh you know, we made out a couple of times. don’t worry, he was gentle” and jensen’d go “HE?” and misha’d turn around and go “does anyone want to ask next question? Please do! Now!”

sinnabonka:

so Danielle reached out to me on Twitter. I couldn’t find any words to talk about That Day for over a month 💔

you can read the rest of our story here

adamtheredbeard:

eternalgirlscout:

shakespeare wasn’t lying that tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow can creep in this petty pace from day to day

neither was Smash Mouth. the years start coming and they don’t stop coming

ritikajyala:

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer’s- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son’s name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn’t know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

lokorum:

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