*Hears footsteps towards my room* Please dont
Prisoner zero has escaped
My friend David is literally the King of Snapchats.
Does anyone else remember playing music in Real One Player and just sitting there and watching this for like two hours
it’s almost spoopy time.
still the best thing to come out of Australia
The last two are so beautiful I could just about cry.
If i don’t reblog this assume i have died.
Dallascon │ Jared
MY SIM FUCKED HER ELDER BOYFRIEND TWICE IN A ROW AND HE PROMPTLY DIED
now my sim got this moodlet
The more I think about me wanting to go to homecoming the more I realize I just want someone to ask me to homecoming
Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #74
The five-hour drive home was the kind of final journey nobody would wish on their loved ones. Dean’s corpse fell against me a couple of times, the jostling movement forcing the last bit of blood from his nose and mouth onto his jacket. The stench of dry blood and sweat made me crack a window. And the blanket insisted on falling at every bump, leaving me in constant fear that someone would notice “the dead guy on the front seat” at every traffic stop.
posted on 28.09.2014 at 12:12 via crusheddestiel © journal-of-a-man-of-letters + 3,005 notes + reblog
i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross
it is actually really sweet when someone stays up late to talk to you
What if they fall asleep by accident though?
then you love it even more because they stayed up even though they were dead tired just to talk to you ya doof
I hit words at random on iOS 8’s new predictive text feature so I could see what type of sentence my phone thinks I’m likely to say, and
*looks in mirror*