with the new season here, reminder that I’ve moved to solidaritysandwich and this blog is inactive and only remains up for archive purposes. thanks!
alright the new blog’s at iwasntgonnamentionit and I’m gonna start following some of you from there too :3 I figure on like… between September 10 and 15, just to give myself a deadline or whatever, I’ll start posting exclusively from there and switch the URLs (because I am super attached to “amoreprofoundblog” like you have no idea). I know not that many people care, but I figured for those of you that do!
so yeah follow iwasntgonnamentionit if you like this blog, or don’t, it’s all up to you~
Just a note that, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m barely using this blog even now (and I’m only keeping it up for my own archive purposes and stuff). Feel free to unfollow, and follow the other blog. Thanks!

“About a week ago, I heard the angels talking—about you—what you did in Hell. Dean, I know. It wasn’t your fault. You should forgive yourself. … When you can, you have people that want to help. You are not alone.”
(Source: nonisland)
alright the new blog’s at iwasntgonnamentionit and I’m gonna start following some of you from there too :3 I figure on like… between September 10 and 15, just to give myself a deadline or whatever, I’ll start posting exclusively from there and switch the URLs (because I am super attached to “amoreprofoundblog” like you have no idea). I know not that many people care, but I figured for those of you that do!
so yeah follow iwasntgonnamentionit if you like this blog, or don’t, it’s all up to you~
Just a note that, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m barely using this blog even now (and I’m only keeping it up for my own archive purposes and stuff). Feel free to unfollow, and follow the other blog. Thanks!

HESTER: Why should we give you anything… After everything you have taken from us? The very touch of you corrupts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!
Dean and Cas // Reading is Fundamental (7x21)
I can’t see my own arms and legs
or know if this is a trap or blessing,
finding myself back here, where everything
in this house has long been over,
kettle and mirror, spoon and bowl,
including my own body,
including the body I had then,
including the body I have now
as I sit at this morning table, alone and happy,
bare child’s feet on the scorched floorboards
(I can almost see)
in my burning clothes, the thin green shorts
and grubby yellow T-shirt
holding my cindery, non-existent,
radiant flesh. Incandescent.
- margaret atwood, morning in the burned house
(Source: putoutmyeyes)
the angels have reached tumblr
supernatural meme — seven outfits (7/7)
↳ dean smith.