#huffleberry

Lol. I wonder who this could be? One of my favorite followers? (psht i saw you promo me as well.)

asksammywinchester2012: Really one of the best Sams ever if you’re a SPN blog consider following if you haven’t already. You won’t be disappointed.

draco0malfoy: Harry Potter people beware, quirky and snarky and just the right amount of sass for a Draco. Perfection in every aspect of blogging.

helloandwelcometowienerhut: My little angel. Though I’m hardly on my Adam Milligan account anymore, I will never leave your side. xoxo

visitingfan: The god of them All. Seriously. Kodak is everywhere and in everyone (no pun intended.)

huffleberry: Glee meets Harry Potter and makes this blog amazingly wonderful. And it’s Geena. One of my oldest friends and someone whom will never leave my life. She was with me when I first started tumblr many years ago (yeah girl it’s been that long.)

If you’re not on here I apologize. There are so many of you that I truly love and I’m blessed for you all. xoxox

i’m so excited

Nightmare: Character’s dreams become up most hell and they cannot sleep. These dreams start leaking into visual and auditory hallucinations for a week.

          Dean tossed and turned, he wanted to say that he couldn’t sleep, but it was more that he was afraid to. Afraid of the things he’d see if his eyes stayed closed too long, the things that would be whispered through an abyss of tortured souls. He sighed, it’d been days since he’d slept. His eyes felt like someone had lit them on fire and his entire body felt like it was melting into his sheets, but he had to stay awake. He couldn’t afford to the energy it would take to scream his way back into consciousness, he couldn’t spend the tears. He was going to die soon if he didn’t get some rest, but even when he could get himself to fall asleep it wasn’t a half an hour later that he woke up in a cold sweat, screaming and shaking. 

          He needed help, he needed sleep, he needed to not dream. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see all the souls he’d tortured, hear their screams, and then they’d begin to torture him. It was so vivid, so real, he supposed that was just because he was overly familiar with what torture feels like. He slowly willed himself to get out of bed and stumble into the kitchen, making himself a cup of coffee. He’d drank gallons of the stuff over the past few days, anything to stay awake. 

Dean's eyes opened wide at the picture of huffleberry.

So, a while ago my phone went bleck and died on me. I still have my same number, however I lost literally every number in my phone. UNFORTUNATELY I'm most likely switching providers and will be switching numbers.