Sara, Polish Literature & Language university graduate. Head of the Leviathan-flavoured Whiskey Church.
I wish whiskey was cheaper and adulthood wasn't this disappointing.You can find me in Bydgoszcz where I fight stupid people and demons. I work in publishing, I love to compose fanfiction. Sometimes, I write meta, too.
I've officially made my MA thesis about Dean's bisexuality and Destiel. I'm pretty much the human embodiment of a "canon-Destiel" prayer circle. I'm also shorter than your general twelve year old . Dean Winchester is my heart, my lungs and my blood.
Also, I'm all Friends4Sammy.
Recently written: "Asphyxiation" for DCBB 2013.
Experimental Destiel Science
all the definitions of "need" won't convey what you are to my weary bones that kept waiting for so long to cradle your smile. There isn't a definition of "sorry" which can put the meaning into the stones that crushed me when I had to make you go this time. One time too many, I know. I am a false prophet, but my love is honest. When my mouth is numb from its own venom, my hands are waiting raw, desperate to sink into the elysium of your core, my fallen Sun. All these things my soul is trying to say. "I need you" - the only thing that manages to come out of my mouth. Please, let it be enough.