I’ve been listening to Louden Swain so much lately that I went out and bought Strawberry Pop-Tarts just because they mention them once in one of their songs.
one time i saw rob benedict wearing cargo pants and flip flops so i bought cargo pants and flip flops
One time Rob Benedict punched me in the face. It was awesome.
one time rob benedict met john stamos on a plane and he told him he was pretty
It’s not his fault that he’s so popular.
raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by rob benedict
it’s not rob benedict’s fault that he has a heavy flow and a wide-set vagina
rob benedict d’alessio? he made out with a hot dog
sometimes i remember watching each episode of supernatural for the first time and i get overwhelmed with how many feelings my heart is exploding with and i then get down and worship the tumblr and netflix gods for making my life so much better with this beautiful precious makes-me-want-to-claw-my-eyes-out-with-an-ice-cream-scoop-it’s-so-wonderful-and-painful show
i should invest in depends because i always have to pee but i never want to move
|Mom:||I don't like vengeful spirits.|
|Mom:||I hope they get 'em.|
|Mom:||That's what I hope.|
Bela left the Winchesters’ motel room feeling as though a heavy load had been placed upon her, moreso than taken away. Merely mentioning to them that Meg was fighting her way out to them had awakened the fear she hadn’t felt since she’d said goodbye to her in the pit. What if Meg didn’t make her way out? Bela had never felt this way before, that she’d rather be stuck down there, being tortured and in agonizing pain, as long as she could see Meg’s face, as opposed to up here where it was safe and cold and she was free. There was something about Meg that made her feel… selfless.
The days seemed to pass so slowly. She was keeping herself busy trailing the brothers and trying to search for any sign or news of what was happening with Meg. A month since she’d surfaced was approaching - ten years. Ten years and still no word.
All she could think about was the feeling she’d had the first time she had laid eyes on her, when she’d been brought in for torture. Her soul, scarred and battered and evil, seemed weak and innocent in that moment. Bela had been unable to harm her, resulting in her own year of suffering.
The worst thing about hell was not being able to touch her, kiss her, hold her, feel her heartbeat and the warmth of her skin…
Bela had often imagined how soft she would feel and how whole she’d feel when they united. She couldn’t wait for her to come to the surface, so she could kiss her deeply and truly. Thinking about it was making her meatsuit tremble.
Bela knew she wouldn’t sleep but she tried anyway, lying still in the backseat of a car she had managed to hotwire.
She must have actually dozed off somehow. That voice, it could only be a dream. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped.
“Well, hello there,” came that snarky purr.
Bela sat up on her elbows. Words failed her. She grabbed Meg’s face in her hands and pressed her lips against Meg’s.
“Happy to see me?” Meg whispered with a smirk between kisses.
“Oh shut up,” Bela replied.The touch of her skin was exactly what she had imagined. Everything was perfect.
you know what’s sexist? there are a lack of late night commercials soliciting phone sex to women. what it i want a good fap with some possibly hot guy at a 900 number hmm?
people who address romeo and juliet as a love story
But it is…
It’s tragic, yes but the whole point is that their love was so strong that they did they only thing that could do to be together so their families couldn’t stop them…
they knew each other for three days and killed themselves over it youre done
Shakespeare was making fun of young love. It was almost a satire
|My sister:||There is a weird crack in my wall.|
|Me:||THE WEIRD CRACK? THATS A CRACK BETWEEN ALL TIME AND SPACE.|
|Me:||Two parts of space and time which never should have touched.|
|Me:||The Doctor can help you.|
|Me:||Ahhhh DOCTOR WHO?|