I love being sensitive to music. Sometimes there's no better thing than a nostalgic guitar solo that lasts long enough to hit the right spot in you and break your heart, leaving you empty, relieved and stunned, and it feels cathartic like a breath of fresh air after a long time.
Meanwhile whenever I read his last name, it makes me think of a noble metal (“kruszec” in Polish), or a crumble topping (“kruszonka”) and I like it, because it reminds me of something noble and sweet, and that really suits Misha. (Also there's a village named Krusznik 30 km away from my home, LOL)
Congrats, you're officially an old man.
There's something so beautiful and poetic about shots of Castiel surrounded by nature.
Thank you 😌☺️
And I think I will reserve this place for writing only my nice and pretty thoughts here, because it would be such a shame to be sad under the blue sky.
I really like the name Bluesky, because it makes me think of a cloudless sky on a warm summer day. And you know, besides the butterfly that flies around, I hope that somewhere out there some blue bird that lost its home has now found its place in this very blue sky.
I wonder how many shapes known to the human eye are repeated throughout the space and how huge they must be.
I love thinking about how the universe repeats itself; how our eyes resemble nebulae or oceans, how our veins resemble lightning, how the lines on our hands look like leaf veins and how our pulmonary airways look like trees. We are tiny universes formed from stardust.
I wish Misha Collins followed me on... well, wherever. 🥺
I thank the universe for you.
hi Misha, hi Brazilian oomfs 💚
I get so happy every time it turns out my username is not taken.
