Do you ever find that one poem, that one book, that one paragraph, that you want to show to the world. Yet the moment they want to see it something in you says “no. This is mine. This is my hwsrt you can’t see it.”
when you have ridiculously loud roommates who have a bunch of screaming friends over every night and you’ve told them time and again they’re being too loud and they just keep doing it night after night, how do you deal with it?
thanks for the advice guys
Tumblr is turning us all into A mix of Jim Moriarty and satan
I just want Dean and Cas to be dating and then some nice old lady to realize they’re a couple and ask them how they met and before Dean can stop him, Cas says completely seriously. “I found him in hell. I gripped him tight and raised him from perdition. He was heavier than I’d anticipated”. And then Dean just
one time my mom hired cleaning ladies to clean the house and a couple of hours after they were done i noticed my cat was missing and we were searching the house looking everywhere for my cat and finally i heard a meow from my room and my cat was literally under the blanket tucked into my bed and my mom called the cleaning ladies asking why the fuck they made the bed over the cat and the woman said “it wouldn’t move”
If you struggle with real life depression and still manage to be around people and do your job and go to school and do all of the shit that you have to do, I have nothing but respect for you and I sincerely wish you the best.
humans are kinda cute we pass stories down generations to instill a sense of wonder in people we’ll never know and we have little bells on our houses to tell each other that we’ve arrived and we shiver when we get cold and we have an endless amount of curiosity and if the night sky is clear our first instinct is to look up at the stars and think about going on big adventures