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I literally couldn’t even be on tumblr. I’m like JUST now getting on at fucking 5am I literally cried, sobbed, talked to my friend, drank, had people over and drank, cried some more like talked to Shayla on the phone for an hour, distracted myself for hours avoiding facing the reality of this shit. I literally don’t know what to do. How to move forward. I was so unprepared for this. Ugh. It makes me sick to think about it.
Sometimes I think some Supernatural fans are overinvested. Or need a stay in a lockdown ward. You know, whichever.
Then I remember how sometimes I think about how Dexter ended and the rage bubbles up again and I go all SNACKY SMASH on ridiculous hurricane lumberjacks. And I tell myself people who live in glass houses should not throw stones.
Sometimes I think some Supernatural fans are overinvested. Or need a stay in a lockdown ward. You know, whichever.
Then I remember how sometimes I think about how Dexter ended and the rage bubbles up again and I go all SNACKY SMASH on ridiculous hurricane lumberjacks. And I tell myself people who live in glass houses should not throw stones.
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