[sleep-over voice] are you awake
[sleep-over reply voice] yeah
[regrettable sleepover invitee voice] you guys SHH
[confused sleep-over voice] what is the meaning of life
[annoyed sleep-over voice] dude shut up
[sleep-over host voice] you guys be quiet my moms gonna hear us
[serial killer voice] got room for one more
If you’ve been following me since I first joined tumblr and watched my decent into too many fandoms to count but you’re still here reading this, you’re a trooper.
Have this cupcake.
if justin bieber doesn’t have a teddy bear named justin biebear then what’s the point
today in french we learned how to say “what’s in the bag” and i couldn’t stop laughing because
swaggity swag qu’est-ce qui dans le sac
If the boy who draws
let’s you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
sorry i was gone for so long i was painting some roses
do you think this is a joke
it is not a joke
But why weren’t you painting them red
woah there queen of hearts
(Source: larmoyante)
OH SNAP!
HAHAH
YOOOOO
(Source: chinitahermosaa)
• Grades are more important than your morals,emotional & physical health
• How to hate people in general
• To want to quit life weekly
• How to text/eat in class without getting caught
• Why I will never amount to anythingvery accurate
(Source: just-another-paradox)
Let me explain you a thing.
When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.
I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.
The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:
“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:
“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.
“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.
no, I’m not crying
it’s just Misha Collins and his kindness and his big heart in my eye
My sister keeps asking me if I want to go see The Great Cosby with her and I don’t have it in my heart to correct her.
x is my least favorite letter now because of math
Y?
i swear to fucking god
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
“haha 420 blaze it” i chuckle as i light another vanilla scented incest
vanilla scented incest
The name is Kolten. I'm a fifteen year old guy who lives in the middle of nowhere. Jesus has saved me. I have lots of interests like poetry, reading, writing, walking, listening to music, laughing, and doing stuff away from home. If you ever want to talk, just send an ask!
