Seeing porn on a tag….
Tag your shit, porn blog, or get the frak off tumblr.
or so help me god
though-hell-should-bar-the-way:
how about i stab you in the chest
There’s too much blood and they both know it. This is it. No more redos, no more reset buttons. Dean looks over at where Sam’s sprawled on the ground three feet away. He can barely breathe, ribs skewering his insides, and all he can taste is blood and bile. But he can still see Sammy. Even if Sam can’t see him.
His baby brother’s hazel eyes are slowing but surely glazing over.
Dean feels it coming, the dark, it’s eating away at the corners of his eyes and his mind. He searches for something to say, anything, everything in this last moment, but all he manages to cough out is one, final, single word.
“Bitch.”
Sam laughs and it’s wet, hacking, his last breath.
“Jerk,” he replies and they both know, sure as anything, that what they’re really saying is “I love you” and “See you soon.”
(Source: ramrambolton, via cleamour)
Getting a message from someone on aim, and not exactly remembering them, but going along with it because it would be odd for me to say, “Sorry, how do I know you again?”
I’m so done with these shows.
Is May a national holiday for TV shows to just make all the feels?
He’s striding towards you with that look of determination on his face. Loosening his tie, slinging it around his fists. Wrapping it around your neck, driving you against a wall. His whole body pressed flush against you. The tie almost painfully tight around your neck. But he knows just how much pressure to apply. His eyes boring into you before his lips crash onto yours.
(via ladyroche)
(Source: antiquers, via samulettes)
omg no one told me United States of Tara is on netflix. Guys! GUYS!
It’s on my to-watch list!
It’s summer, and I’m laying in bed drinking hot chocolate with popcorn..
