I’m Traveling To China To Buy Jensen’s Magazine Bye

[AGGRESSIVELY HUGS SAM WINCHESTER AND NEVER LETS HIM GO]

Chinese magazines of Jensen have taken over my feed

The wincest in this song really hurts

Have a nice dream ！

He was born a warrior

with shrapnel freckles and poison green eyes

One of million, sent to fight an unbeatable behemoth

Every other soldier kept a picture- a pretty woman in pigtails, a house made of carved sycamore- but this one had only an amulet

He wears it over his chest like it'll stop a bullet

and keeps a knife under his pillow

He barely speaks, sleeps, eats,

and the only thing the others could get from him is that he's waiting for a brother to come home

In the meantime, he fights like his life has no worth

fights like there's someone out there who's does

There's salt in his pockets

and he runs through fire like it should fear him

There's no rain in the desert

but the soldier speaks of California storms

Rumors whisper heartbreak but the man's only ever spoken one word

Sam

That's not the one they carve on his gravestone

panic/anxiety attack

breath in for 4 seconds

hold your breath for 7 seconds

exhale breath for 8 seconds

repeat once or twice more.

This causes an autonomic nervous system shift from a sympathetic (fight or flight reaction) state to a parasympathetic response.

Use this for panic/anxiety attacks, exams, presentations.

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Nostalgia

i miss writing poetry. 

i haven’t done it in a while. 

     i fear that I have forgot how. 

i can still pick up pens, put lines together in cacophonous rage, and hate every moment. 

     the words no longer come to me in dreams, 

          or spill from my lips like a cracked music box. 

i fear that i have become like a bird, accustomed to the silence of a cage, and lost the memory of song.

i can no longer write of fear in any form the assuages it. it swallows me whole, and i think 

     ‘no art is free of suffering‘

TILT YOUR SCREEN BACK AND CRY.