#snowiewoulf

 wait, are you talking about that same cousin you told me about before??? with headphones or something???

a year and a half ago, he called while i was talking to you on skype

That's really hilarious I don't even know the context but I can imagine your voice and -cackles madly-

PFFT

you know me too well

sl;fakjs;lkjfalskdjfl;aksdjf THIS IS A LONG ONE!!!!

Dear best friend,

God dammit, our lives suck. We’ve lost people that we love and never should have lost… Our families suck and are unsupportive half the time. We’ve been to hell and back and we fight a lot, sometimes, but you know what????

I still love you. Because you understand. or you at least try to. and I appreciate that like SOOOOOOOOOO much, holy fuck.

AND DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT TO YOUR HAIR IT’S YOURS!!!!

love, Cas.

Dear Santa,

where’s my barbie???????

hate you, Cas.

Dear future me, 

I really hope you’re okay. I hope you’re not sad anymore. Because this sucks. depression sucks. And stop hurting yourself. please? because I can’t right now, but i hope you can. I hope you met someone who is actually nice this time. I hope you eventually have a family, too. I think that’d be nice. Just… I hope you got help.

Love, You.

Dear person I had a crush on,

You know, I actually did like you. I just wasn’t ready for a relationship, yet. And now I am and you’re being a dick, so fuck you. :)

~Cas.

Dear Chihiroischiherenomore,

what the fuck is that url???? fklasjdflasjf;al that was difficult to type out and i have to tag this <___< I see what you’re up to. mhmmmmm i get it. -snaps finger-

no, but really, you’re awesome. you cheer me up. like a lot. and I know I don’t answer asks that often, mostly because I fall asleep or tumblr doesn’t let me know until I go into my inbox out of curiosity and see random messages… BUT I DO CARE ABOUT YOU!!! because you’re awesome :33

and you compared me to castiel and that makes me really happy because that’s the best character that can ever be!!! so thank you!!! <33333333

Love,

Cas.

Dear…Jay,

I hate you.

I hate that you made me actually blush. I hate that you made me speechless. I hate that you make my chest ache and my face hot and pink. I hate the fact that it’s easy for you. I hate how I always struggle. I hate that you can make me smile. I hate that I think about you and my day gets just a tiny bit better, I hate that I want to keep feeling that. I hate that you’re making me re-feel all this things that I haven’t in so long. But the worst part is that I don’t hate you. not even a little bit. not even at all.