your body is 93% stardust so dont give up little star (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
My problem isn’t that my favorite characters aren’t real; it’s that I’m not fictional. I don’t want them to be real. What I desperately wish is that I could be fictional with them. It’s not that I want them here with me in this mundane and ordinary world; it’s that I want to join them in their extraordinary one.
THAT THEY’RE NOT TRYING
BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW IF THEY’RE TRYING OR NOT
JUST BECAUSE IT DOESN’T LIVE UP TO YOUR STANDARDS DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT TRYING
What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.
it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam
You had sex with April?
sam looking at dean immediately
that moment when you cannot tell whether Sam’s little head thing at the end is
"Are you serious?"
"DO YOU REALIZE DEAN IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE LOOK YOU MADE HIM JEALOUS."
OR MAYBE HE’S JUST CHECKING ON HIS CHOKING BROTHER
An open letter to patriarchy - Crash Course Literature (x)
"I know that you’re on the internet so you’re constantly being distracted by like photographs of Ryan Gosling and homoerotic Sherlock watercolors."