The first scene of s9 should be a montage of a bunch of angels fucking normal shit up.
maybe they’re the ones on all those infomercials
Fucking angels.
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again. Finn Butler (via aurelle)
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again. Finn Butler (via aurelle)
Run away to Barcelona. Eat milk chocolate magnum bars and drink cheap champagne. Burst into charming fits of laughter whenever you get embarrassed about butchering the Catalan language. Wear denim cutoffs, Dr. Pepper chapstick, and very little else. Go dancing at 3 a.m. Whiten your teeth. Tan your shoulders. Braid feathers into your hair. Perpetually wake up with sand caught in the thin cotton sheets of your tiny bed. Listen to the Rolling Stones and kiss all the longhaired boys you can get your hands on without ever having to apologize. (via thatkindofwoman)
MISHA COLLINS in Supernatural
Same kid, same.
basically all my sentences start with one of these
- ok so
- basically
- omg
- no but seriously
- actually
- ok
- wow
- ok wow (or wow ok)
- wait
- but wait
- no wait
- wait what
- guys
- oh wow
- so like
what the actual fuck if cats aren’t born on drugs then i don’t even know
imagine all the weird cat shit not caught on video
Hey look I’m on video
Theme Chunk 5, by Max davis.
