Types Of People (flowers): Langblr Edition

DEAN'S FAITH IS BECAUSE OF CAS

I have faith.

types of girls: skies

[this is a bit… dark, but i made it for the girls who aren’t sunshine-and-rainbows like most posts like these are for]

pink sky: cotton candy, winged eyeliner, dirty jokes, running through fields, cute buttons on a leather jacket, getting drunk at 2am, sugar-coated peanuts, black nail polish, sweet smiles

blue sky: old movies, the atmosphere when it’s dusk, dissociating, coping with your problems by never thinking about them, rain, instrumentals from songs, unrequited love, old soul, the feeling of decaying, soft hearts

orange sky: whiskey, never talking about it, was careless in the past, old 80s synth pop, the word “rancid”, sickly sweet, harsh make-up, longs for a childhood, clunky shoes, jewelery,

yellow sky: heartbreak, birds in the morning, wants to recover, gullible, mature because of trauma, confused about a lot, fake smile, yellow converse, sunflowers, sobbing into pillows, pills, the dreamy haze when you’re high

purple sky: loud music, blocking the world out, yells a lot, black lipstick, dark chocolate, neon lights, black coffee, open about emotions, heart of gold, wants to be loved, plays electric guitar, reckless, never taught how to love people

white sky: pondering at 2am, being alone with your thoughts, cloudy heads, dancing in the rain, whispers, acoustic music, sleeping through therapy, old shoe laces, recovery

What if instead of gilly weed Harry had showed up to the black lake challenge in muggle scuba gear like “like where’s your advanced magic now bitches? Got me a free fishing knife with this thing”

Agent Margaret Carter

“I know my value.” *I tried.

#moodeveryday

#HIS FACE #me when i fucked up & panic 

grey- earbuds in, doesn’t talk, disappearing randomly, always busy, tired face, hard outside soft inside.

yellow- bright eyes, cheerful grin, quick winks, tattered converse, warm heart, city parks, close friends.

blue- denim jackets, patterned socks, messy hair, knowing looks, full coffee mug, roaming the sidewalks.

red- angry glare, strong feelings, ripped jeans, combat boots, leather jackets, bruised knuckles, record stores.

brown- deep eyes, full of stories, old soul, sipping tea, soft skin, vintage clothes, thrift shops, flannel shirts.

green- smoothies, splattered jeans, paintbrush in hand, art museums, road trips, pressed flowers.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, of course. Like I said; I didn’t know him very well.”

“He was like a painting you wanted to burn so you could finally stop staring at it.”

— Krampuslauf, Holly Black | My True Love Gave to Me