I literally couldn’t even be on tumblr. I’m like JUST now getting on at fucking 5am I literally cried, sobbed, talked to my friend, drank, had people over and drank, cried some more like talked to Shayla on the phone for an hour, distracted myself for hours avoiding facing the reality of this shit. I literally don’t know what to do. How to move forward. I was so unprepared for this. Ugh. It makes me sick to think about it.


I am going to start a charity to go to SPN fans' houses, stuff them into a van, and drive them to food pantries or other volunteering institutions in order to give them 1. a sense of perspective and 2. the realization that there are more valuable things in the world than a goddamn TV show.