Kirbivore the Herbivore

thesockmonkeyrenegade:

momalish:

just dooling this before bed becuase I know some people who need to hear it ;y;

I am seeing a lot of self loathing on my dash tonight, from a couple different people, all convinced they are worthless and that no one cares about them. I want to reply to them and tell them that they really do, but I see the way you guys reply to the people who try to tell you this, and your own belief in your supposed worthlessness is so firmly entrenched that you will brush them off and make millions of excuses for why they don’t count.

So I’m telling you right now, you are not fucking worthless, people care about you, no matter what you think. There is not a single person on this planet who matters to no one. And if you won’t listen to me, at least listen to Cas here. Because it the 100% truth.

(via poetryisthecurrencyoftherealm)

kilionmywaywardthorin:

istherenothingyouwouldnotdo:

Let me explain you a thing.

When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.

I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.

The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:

“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:

“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.

“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.

no, I’m not crying

it’s just Misha Collins and his kindness and his big heart in my eye

(via poetryisthecurrencyoftherealm)