matchboximpala_dw: (SD askance)
Someone needs to write me a story where Dean learns how to load a book on a Kindle just so he can put this on Sammy's.

"Right now, in every nation around the globe, the greatest danger isn’t nuclear proliferation or the possibility of World War III. It is, in fact, clowns. I know what you’re thinking— sure, these red-nosed jokers are creepy, but they’re not really dangerous, and all those rumors about clowns and crime (such as the size-22 shoe prints found near where they last saw Jimmy Hoffa) are just the sensational drivel of conspiracy theorists.

Those kinds of naïve misconceptions are exactly what people think right before they get stabbed in a neighborhood controlled by clown gangs."
Chuck Sambuchino. When Clowns Attack (Kindle Locations 62-66). Potter/TenSpeed/Harmony. Kindle Edition.
matchboximpala_dw: (Default)
"Broken Doll" -- Anna Nalick

Old discarded broken doll,
whatever are you smiling for?
They left you alone again,
dirty face and half naked
for whoever wants a place in your broken heart.
In your store bought dreams that all looked so good
when you were in your teens

Somebody pick you up, dust you off
bring you to life.
Pretty broken baby,
pick you up, dust you off, bring you to life

I was such a lovely doll
they broke me and they left me on the shelf
sorry for myself I'd accepted
I'd never be more than broken plastic
with a broken heart
In my store bought dreams that all looked so good
when I was in my teens.

Somebody pick me up, dust me off
bring me to life,
Pretty broken baby,
pick me up, dust me off, bring me to life.

Well how long must we wait for love?
When all we've made is a waste of life
how long, how long, must we wait for love...

I found him, he was on the mend,
more broken than I'd ever been
then I shot him by surprise in the heart and
even though we were both discarded dolls
with broken hearts and store bought dreams
that all looked so good when we were in our teens,

Well we picked us up, dusted off,
brought us to life,
pretty broken babies,
picked us up, dusted off, brought us to life.

I was such a lovely doll...
matchboximpala_dw: (jensen)
Someone really needs to write a J2 HS or College AU based on this song RIGHT NOW!

Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where you think you're going, baby?

Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?


matchboximpala_dw: (Default)

January 2017

1234 567


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 21st, 2017 04:36 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios