suki-t:

Okay. I need to stop listening to this song on repeat. Oh goodness.

She’s locked up with a spinning wheel
She can’t recall what it was like to feel
She says, “This room’s gonna be my grave
And there’s no one who can save me,”
She sits down to her colored thread
She knows lovers waking up in their beds
She says, “How long can I live this way
Is there no one I can pay to let me go
‘Cause I’m half sick of shadows
I want to see the sky
Everyone else can watch as the sun goes down
So why can’t I?

And it’s raining
And the stars are falling from the sky
And the wind
And the wind I know it’s cold
I’ve been waiting
For the day I will surely die
And it’s here
And it’s here for I’ve been told
That I’ll die before I’m old
And the wind I know it’s cold…”

She looks up to the mirrored glass
She sees a horse and rider pass
She says, “That man’s gonna be my death
‘Cause he’s all I ever wanted in my life
And I know he doesn’t know my name
And that all the girls are all the same to him
But still I’ve got to get out of this place
‘Cause I don’t think I can face another night
Where I’m half sick of shadows
And I can’t see the sky
Everyone else can watch as the tide comes in
So why can’t I?

And it’s raining
And the stars are falling from the sky
And the wind
And the wind I know it’s cold
I’ve been waiting
For the day I will surely die
And it’s here
And it’s here for I’ve been told
That I’ll die before I’m old
And the wind I know it’s cold…”

But there’s willow trees
And little breezes, waves, and walls, and flowers
And there’s moonlight every single night
As I’m locked in these towers
So I’ll meet my death
But with my last breath I’ll sing to him I love
And he’ll see my face in another place,”
And with that the glass above

Her cracked into a million bits
And she cried out, “So the story fits
But then I could have guessed it all along
‘Cause now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me,”
She went down to her little boat
And she broke the chains and began to float away
And as the blood froze in her veins she said,
“Well then that explains a thing or two
‘Cause I know I’m the cursed one
I know I’m meant to die
Everyone else can watch as their dreams untie
So why can’t I?

And it’s raining
And the stars are falling from the sky
And the wind
And the wind I know it’s cold
I’ve been waiting
For the day I will surely die
And it’s here
And it’s here for I’ve been told
That I’ll die before I’m old
And the wind I know it’s cold…”

stitchnymph:

j0hnlocked:

here-sits-the-king:

brachiosaurs:

why-yes-im-in-love-with-myself:

shappeyhappy:

Just press play.

(x)

TOO SOON FANDOM

guys
GUYS

I was expecting “I Believe I can Fly” BUT OKAY.

Oh, and TOO SOON.

omg

The first time this came up I was sort of paralyzed by conflicting urges to sob and laugh.

This time I just busted a move.

dinaga:

saintdoriangray:

The Little Castiel Soundtrack - SaintDorianGray
(Part of Dean’s World and Crowley’s Poor, Unfortunate Souls)

Part of Dean’s World

Maybe Uriel’s right. Maybe there’s something the matter with me. I just don’t see how a world that my Father created could be so… bad

Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat
Wouldn’t you think the Earth is worth saving?
Wouldn’t you think that my Dad
isn’t so dead beat?

Can you not see how this earth is great? 
How many humans can one angel date?
Look at my choices, you’ll see
Yes, Dean’s the one for me

Earth’s got burgers and milkshakes aplenty
Heaven’s boring and the host’s song is lame 
I’ll live through a millenium or twenty
But who cares? He thinks I’m not real,
But that won’t stand in my way.

I wanna be where the Winchesters are
I wanna see, wanna join them huntin’
Drivin’ around in those, whatdya call ‘em? —Yeah, cars

Flappin’ your wings, yes you’ll get quite far
But wheels are required for singing, bonding
If that’s what driving means, I’d give up travel to Mars

Down where they walk, down where they run
Down where they blaspheme and call out the Son
Walking with Dean, Wish I could be
Part of his World

What would I give If I could live
Out of this dimension
I’d give without fear to spend a year
With Dean in my hand
Betcha on land, they understand
Bet they have free will and burgers
They need saving, Not enslaving
Apocalypse be damned

And ready to try what those humans try
Listen to Zeppelin  and speak their language
What’s that phrasing? I don’t get that reference.
Here’s my defense, I’ll give up my grace
Just to see that smile on Dean Winchester’s face
Out of the clouds, Look what I’ve found
A part in his world

Crowley’s Poor Unfortunate Souls

I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty
They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a bitch
But you’ll find these past few months
I’ve been the target in some hunts
And I thought, let’s kill the Devil, so I switched!
And I happen to be King of Hell, I promise
It’s a role down there that I intend to keep
And dear Cassie, please don’t fret
I don’t want you so upset
in concern about the souls we’re going to reap

Pathetic, Poor, Unfortunate Souls
In pain, in need
This one wanting to be richer
This one wants to stop that ghost
Do I help them?
All? Well, most
These poor unfortunate souls 
So sad, So true
They want to make out with my minions
just to get the thrill
And do I profit?
Yes, I do

Now it’s happened once or twice
Someone wouldn’t pay the price
And I’m afraid I’ve had to use my darling hounds
Yes I’ve had the odd complaint
But I’ll make your boy into a saint
And not a poor, unfortunate soul

Have we got a deal?
If I go down to earth, my brothers might see me
But you’ll have your Dean. And eventually, we’ll rule Heaven and Hell and all the nine realms  together. Oh, and there is one more thing. We haven’t discussed the subject of payment  
But I don’t have-
I’m not asking much, just a token really, a trifle! What I want from you is—your grace
But without my grace, how can I—
You’ll have your looks, your pretty face, and don’t underestimate the importance of body language!

The men down here don’t like a lot of blabber
And I know your Dean prefers some busty whores
And I’ve heard he’s kind of thick, so just say it with your dick
And I promise you in three whole days you’ll score!
And how else would you get shacked up with a Hunter
They’re men of simple loves and wants and needs
All you have to do is sway
Your perky cheeks a certain way
And you’ll have a Hunter in your grasp to keep

You poor unfortunate soul
Go ahead! On your own pace!
I’m a very busy demon and I haven’t got all day
It won’t cost much! Just your grace!
You poor unfortunate soul
So sad, but true
If you want to cross the bridge my sweet
You’ve got to pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
And go ahead and sign the scroll
Meg and Ruby, Now I’ve got her girls,
The boss is on a roll
These poor unfortunate souls

OMG I NEED THESE ON MY MP3!! <3

(via astudyincastiel)

jpierrepontcriss:

this just came up on my iTunes

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