hungry-for-books:

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste, 
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ‘tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

~Emily Dickinson

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carryonmywincestsounds:

tardisex:

krypto-the-hellhound:

believeinwinchesters:

That’s the exact spot where I realized that she played the mom on suite life of zack and cody

thats the exact moment i realised sam had no idea what a ‘mom voice’ was

who gave you the right

Sam didn’t have a mom? Excuse me,

Let’s not ferget the parenting skills he displayed with a baby, we can only assume he honed those from when he took care of Sam:

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