Typewriter Series #484 by Tyler Knott Gregson

This is Part Two of Yesterday’s Poem…Text for Tired Eyes:

I want to be the sound, that sound I am sure every person on every planet makes
but no one will ever make quite like you, when you stretch your body as far
as it will stretch in the morning.  That soft mix of moan and squeal as you
bend the sleep from your weary bones and remind them that they were built for
being vertical no matter how much they love the feeling of lying down.
I wonder how it’d feel to be your favorite song? The one that makes you stand
to look for the hand that can only land on the small of your back and spin
you in slow circles to the words you know by heart.  I want to be known by
heart like all the songs that act as soundtrack to all the  memories of all
the things you’ve ever done.  I want to be your first day of school when you
were just a child, the  backpack that was bigger than you were and the school
supplies you shopped for weeks in advance after checking the list and checking
it again that was taped with too little scotch tape on too big a window
outside the hauntingly empty parking lot that is a school in summer.
I want to be your dreams, be they nighttime dreams that take you to places
that you have never been or put air between your feet and the earth that you’re locked
to or just simply let you sit around a table that you and I built out of old
wood we found on slow walks through rainy fields.  I want to be the steam
that rises from two cups of tea while we sit at that table and the way the
light seems to play in it when it’s filtered through the dirty windows still
moist with the morning.  Or your day dreams, for they are dreams too even
though they always get passed over for the silly fact that they lack the
qualifier of sleep to fuel them. The daydreams where you stop, mid-bite or
mid-sentence or mid-morning and just stare into nothing to fill it with so
much something else.  I want to be that something else and the way your pupils
dialate when you start leaving this place to spend a breath there.
Maybe I could be piano keys so your fingertips could dance across me and no
matter how out of tune I found myself, you could still find a way to make
I want to be a short winter filled with long snows and a long spring filled
with longer thunderstorms and I want to be the goosebumps that crawl up the
back of your spine at the first bolt of lightning, the first crawling boom of
thunder and the way your eyes raise up big and bright in tandem with a giant
inhale when you hear it.  I want to be a handwritten letter that you wrote to
me, and I want to be the letters that you carefully chose to put next to the
other letters and the way you worked hard to make the sentences dance
together. I want to be your handwriting scrawled across the pages and the
bravery of choosing ink and not lead so mistakes stayed mistakes and could
not hide from my  reading eyes.
I want to be the word and more than the word the promise of ‘Yours’,
before you sign your name.  I want to be that flourish of that pen and the
way it connected to your skin and that skin covered your blood that carried
all the words from your heart to your finger tips through that pen that
your fingers held too tightly and pressed too firmly into the paper it wrote
upon. I want to be the pages under those pages that still carry the indention
of your thought process and I want to be the part of the envelope you lick
to seal up tight all the things you could never say to me. 

"If you take myth and folklore, and these things that speak in symbols, they can be interpreted in so many ways that although the actual image is clear enough, the interpretation is infinitely blurred, a sort of enormous rainbow of every possible colour you could imagine."
— the incomparable Diana Wynne Jones (via outpastthemoat)

@vampalecki: Thank you for the link!
posted 11 hours ago

Track Title: Are You Happy Now

Artist: Michelle Branch

Album: The Spirit Room

Are You Happy Now // Michelle Branch

"Now, don’t just walk away
Pretending everything’s ok
And you don’t care about me
And I know there’s just no use
When all your lies become your truths and I don’t care…

Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that you’re happy now
Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?

You took all there was to take
And left me with an empty plate
And you don’t care about it, yeah
And I am givin’ up this game
I’m leaving you with all the blame cause I don’t care

Could you look me in the eye?
And tell me that you’re happy now
Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased
Are you happy now? Ohhh, ohhhh
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now? yeah, yeah, yeah.

Do you really have everything you want?
You can’t ever give somethin’ you ain’t got
You can’t run away from yourself

Could you look me in the eye?
And tell me that you’re happy now
Come on, tell it to my face or have I been replaced
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?

Would you look me in the eye?
Could you look me in the eye?
I’ve had all that I can take
I’m not about to break
Cause I’m happy now
Are you happy now?”

vampalecki replied to your post “I fell asleep before…”

Yep! Claire Novak is coming back, apparently!

Oh wow. 0_0 Do you have a link for me, dear? Just rumour for now or has there been a casting call or something like that?

I fell asleep before…

…I could even turn on my laptop after getting home from work yesterday. *sigh* Did I miss any interesting spoiler wise etc.?

"What is bravery
if not the marching forward,
though all may be lost?"

9x08 "Rock and A Hard Place"
10x03 "Soul Survivor"
10x01 "Black"

While capping some stuff yesterday I stumbled upon this scene from 9x08 “Rock and A Hard Place”, where Sam confesses to Dean that he thinks that he’ll never be alright and that they are only always trying to find some reason for him being the way he is - like he says himself: a mess - but never taking into account that maybe it’s just him.

And while in S9 it was not just him - though technically Vesta had said the truth, Sam was practically dead if it wouldn’t have been for Gadreel - but something supernatural within pulling his strings, in S10 it’s different (I assume). I think one major aspect of the season, will be us seeing Sam having to deal with what he did and does. Because whatever he did/does cannot be chalked up to demon blood, visions, hallucinations or posession but it’s in fact - like Dean tells him - all him. There is no excuse for him being weighed down by some supernatural influence. It is all him. An all Human!Sam doing horrible things and seemingly having lost sight of the road he is heading down completely. Or, you know, he just doesn’t care anymore. Embraces the monster within the same way Dean had in S9…