Sunday, June 30, 2013
After greeting Cas.
I know this has probably been done to death, but just look at both their faces. They are so relieved and hopeful and it just hurts.
I don’t think there are words worthy enough to describe Dean’s face. Relief, jollity, disbelief, I would even go ahead and throw in love
Maybe there is denial
but at the same time it's a process
that needs to be dealt with
"Our Captain Hook can be charming and caring and that’s what makes it all the more heartbreaking when he does something villainous, because you know he has a moral code. He knows he is doing something wrong but he is just so consumed by this quest for revenge that he just can’t stop himself."
Saturday, June 29, 2013
“There are actors who can act, musicians who play, then there are the rare breed of artists who bring passion to their art. Those are the ones that go deep into the darkness, they avoid the obvious, and explore the unknown. They work in the backroom of the soul, and that takes guts. Johnny is a gutsy actor, a gutsy musician, and a gutsy artist with passion. We admire his artistic courage and we are honored to present him with the 2012 Generation Award.” - Joe Perry
Friday, June 28, 2013
Your house is burning. You have a minute to take one thing. What would you choose? You’re in your office. It’s a beautiful afternoon. Suddenly, there’s a phone call. It’s from the hospital. Something has happened to your wife, your son, your family. Move. You’re a few minutes old, a few weeks early. Your lungs haven’t had time to be filled with the fluid that stops them from collapsing. You don’t have very much time. Each breath will pull your lungs closer, more and more. Breathe. Just breathe. You’re a stranger in your own body. You wake up one morning and you are unable to move. You live alone. No one comes in to wake you up, to check on you. You can feel the light in the room pass, and your windows burn you. But you can’t move an inch. It takes a couple of days for your neighbours to notice you. What is your name, again? Who knows you? Your parents died in a fire. It was a small fire. But your mother liked to read when she cooked. Her stack of books caught on fire which made the oil catch fire and the curtains burned and the tablecloth, the sofas, the bedspreads, hair, skin. Burned. All of it burned. Your house is burning. Your minute is up. Your pockets are empty.
Monday, June 24, 2013
pillows are so adorable they're super soft and they wear their own little blanket (pillow cases) and they exist to bring us comfort