*nightbird screech*

in order to preserve my internet privacy i’ll have to start feeding everyone misinformation about myself. i don’t eat. i don’t sleep. i don’t breathe. i don’t blink. i don’t have “blood”

it is impossible to watch a movie. every night i think i want to watch a movie. no movie gets watched. because it's not possible

and yet they keep making movies with the hopes that one day humanity will discover a way to watch them. it's so inspiring

would you rather be on a five hour drive with a thomas sanders fan or a hazbin hotel fan. and you can’t crash the car i’m sorry

thomas sanders fan because they might be hung. gimme another

got any rationale for this or is it more of an intuitive thing

honestly i gauge all situations with a ‘will this involve me sucking dick’ metric and a five-hour two-person car trip is a high background reading so i’m mostly playing in the margins here? but thomas sanders is theater kid is horny is might be hung whereas hazbin hotel is not unhorny but horny in a currency i don’t accept. i hope you can understand.

i dont, but you seem to, and thats what matters

#this is what it so often came down to it was Dean hurt because he believed Cas didn’t trust HIM and Cas didn’t go to HIM #he wanted Cas to trust him and turn to him and be there and not push him away (via @dotthings)

we really do have destiel forever

dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go