MY DAD JUST CAME IN MY ROOM AND THREW A CHICKEN STRIP AT ME
ITS MIDNIGHT
HE WENT TO BED AT SEVEN
WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY FAMILY
UPDATE: HE CAME BACK IN MY ROOM AND ASKED FOR THE CHICKEN STRIP BACK
UPDATE: HE IS SINGING QUEEN
UPDATE: HE PASSED OUT IN THE HALLWAY AND WHEN I TRIED TO WAKE HIM UP HE SAID THAT HE WOULD LEAD THE REVOLUTION HIMSELF
make the notes stop
for one day
please
names are fuckin weird, like your parents just choose a sound that identifies who you are as a human being for the rest of your life
I felt like a liar and a fraud every time I called my son by his name for the first week of his life. I wanted to take it all back and call him Baby until he was eighteen and could go off into the woods on his spirit journey and find his true name and come home and tell it to me.
damn that’s really poetic
Fuck you, John Winchester
Fuck you for turning a frightened little boy into a soldier
Fuck you for making your eldest son feel worthless
Fuck you for dragging your kids all over the damn country
Fuck you for being ‘Sir’ rather than ‘Dad’
Fuck you, John Winchester
HEAR HEAR!
Also, Fuck you for making your son think that going to University equalled not being a part of your family anymore.
