flor

my little rabid puppies who are weirdly possessive of each other

ethel cain - crush

throws up 1 million times.

Long after the insanity and the bloodlust and whatever else set in, it was John who was the reason he died. It could’ve been Arthur and it could’ve been the Pinkerton’s or the law or anyone, but it was partially John and partially himself and that in of itself is solely John!! John has never been anything without bits of Dutch instilled in him I am dragging my hands down my face guys I will come back to this thought later.

some there are found in the hands of a demon a demon who tears and takes and makes you something you were not before. no matter the nature of the demon the details of what was done or what or how. no matter, in fact, if you escape. no one escapes. the demon is always there. years later, so far after the fact. that there are no facts left no memories that can be trusted —and it is the nature of the demon that trust is the first eaten the possibility of trust, the hope of anything at all— years later, the demon turns around grins from the inside that wounded place.

this is how I often envision Dean right before and during the first year or two of Stanford. When he was a prostitute and also getting fucked by his dad

mind you he's looking at his brother here

I was feeling evil today