honestly i dont need therapy i need a machine to go into my body and manually stretch all my muscles and crack all my joints and then i need the machine to go into my brain and deep clean it with soapy hot water
youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga
Yknow the funniest part is that Supernatural sounds like a shitty Destiel fic. There have been a ton of times where I’m like oh that was a fanfic, and then I find a screenshot reminding me that it’s canon. Like I’m sorry “I don’t know what’s real anymore.” “We are.” Bitch that’s gayer than saying ILY!!
my relationship and engagement ended 6 months ago today.
i just needed to put that somewhere. i don’t know why. i lost two of the most important people in my life that day. i am both better for it and still miss them dearly. i hope they are happy. i’m glad that i’m happy. i can still believe this was a love story, even if the ending isn’t what was originally written
Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
girlie that's not a random headache u are dehydrated malnourished over caffeinated over stressed and sleep deprived
Louis: so i got into the confessional booth and i said to the priest I LAID DOWN WITH A MAN!! I LAID DOWN WITH THE DEVIL!! AND HE HAS ROOTS IN ME, ALL HIS SPINDLY ROOTS IN ME! AND I CANT THINK NOTHING ANYMORE BUT HIS VOICE AND HIS WORDS! PLEASE! HELP ME! I AM WEAK! I WANNA DIE! but Lestat, he knew where I was and he found me, Mr. Molloy. He found me and punched clean through that priest’s-
Armand on that damn ipad: