"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
I fukin love 14th century art art because everyone looks so shady and suspicious of ppl around them its AMAZING
or just like they know something u dont and oh my gdfuck i cant
I believe the highest point is reached in Simone Martini’s Annunciation
and the look of absolute hatred Mary and Gabriel exchange.
"mary i know ur only half a virgin"
"fuck off gabriel"
“Dead man’s what?” Victor asked.
He accepted the syringes filled with…he balked. “You’re telling me…” his voice trailed off and he turned to Dean who was staring at him, a look of disbelief on his face.
“Vic, come on, it’s just blood,” he teased.
“It’s just blood, he says. Yeah, it’s blood from a dead man and what exactly do you want me to do with it?” he asked, his brows lifting higher and higher as he spoke.
“Stick em’ with the pointy end,” Dean said with a wide grin. He opened his jacket and slipped several syringes into the inner pocket before closing it. He patted them down before reaching into the trunk for his machete.
Victor shook his head and reached in for his own blade, a new one that Dean had mysteriously procured for him earlier that day.
“What?” Dean asked. He shut the trunk and squinted at Victor.
…but not being sure if you’re ready to start:
if i was a ghost id help little kids with math and throw vases at mean people
lily evans running into class late and out of breath and saying “sorry im late i was… doing stuff.” james potter swaggering in after her and saying “im