i'm amber go me!

wow blast from the past love her

imambergome — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 17:49:32 +0000

imambergome — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 15:05:15 +0000

and if you ever get back to hackensack

i’ll be here for you

imambergome — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 17:21:05 +0000

just hanging out with my buddy chucky.

i’m not the same kid from your memory

imambergome — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 17:18:45 +0000

you treat me just like another stranger well it’s nice to meet you sir i guess i’ll go i best be on my way out

imambergome — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 19:49:38 +0000

“The end of the world is coming and you’re clipping coupons for a few pieces of lousy overpriced bread and lettuce,” Dean muttered with a roll of his eyes.

“And ham,” Castiel interjected. “Sam insisted I watch with him,” he added quite quickly as though terrified of the wrath that would follow.

Ignoring the angel, Dean shot his brother a withering glower. “What?” Sam questioned, shoulders rising lightly as he brushed the dark strands of his hair away from his face, a winning smile protruding from his thinly spread lips. “I like ham.”

“Yeah, you’re right Sammy,” Dean grunted, shaking his head to himself with an unbelieving stare. “I totally can’t imagine why anyone thinks you’re the chick.”

imambergome — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 19:46:56 +0000

i'll be waiting, everlasting like the sun. live forever for the moment ever searching for the one.

imambergome — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 22:40:06 +0000

Curled in the fetal position upon the cabin’s dusty floor, Castiel shivered – wails emanating from the confines of his throat. Static flickers of ebony wings pulsed throughout the room with each twist of the body he was occupying.

Sam stared ahead, horrified. Wincing he brought his fingers against his ears, blocking the animalistic sounds bursting from within the angel’s chest. “Dean,” he spluttered with accusation as he caught his brother’s equally frightened gaze. “What the hell did you do?”

imambergome — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:27:58 +0000

tell me a story or sing me a tune
remember the one ’bout the man on the moon? in the morning i swear i will tell you the truth how you receive it, well, that’s up to you when the back lights have broken
then all that you built will come tumbling down don’t try to hold it you know you can always start over again

- jet, king’s horses

sooner or later you’ll find out there’s a hole in the wall

imambergome — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:00:43 +0000

it's true. we like to line up for pictures and just as the flash goes off, push each other down.

can’t help but wonder

imambergome — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 00:41:19 +0000

i love this picture. cheesy or not.

And I can’t help but wonder what it is you do
You help heal the pain, and the thoughts of the truth
You’re a question to the universe, a wonder to the world

And somehow, when I’m with you, I never get burned