PLEASE WATCH THE WHOLE THING
if you keep reblogging celebs dumping water all over themselves, even if you’re not, please watch this. please please please watch this.
if i ever get famous im going to make a tumblr and only reblog things about my tv show or movie or whatever but everyone will think its just a normal fandom blog and they wont know its me and people will follow me and ill make tumblr friends and one day ill skype my best tumblr friend and ill turn on my camera and theyll just be looking at their favourite celebrity like how amazing would that be if that happened to you
keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
like really, very close
so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck
and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation?
turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.
make out with your enemies.
your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out
I really fucking hate it when guys act like marriage is literally the end of their lives like if it’s so fucking bad, and you hate it so much, don’t get fucking married and put your spouse through hell because you’re shit. If you feel trapped you’re doing it wrong.
Filed under: Sitcom Tropes That Need to Go Away Forever
have you ever read something that killed you inside? like a text message or someone’s status. everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. or you found out something you were better off not knowing. it’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. but you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself.
This time last year I was unemployed, broke, and suicidal.
Today, I just got the keys to my first house.
Give it time.
Needed this today
when you hear people preach that it gets better, they aren’t joking. if it’s not better yet, it will be.
this post could literally be saving lives rn and that is why i love this website.
"Cas, baby, you OK?"
Cas squinted, looking at Dean with surprised confusion. Dean felt a blush rising steadily up his neck, creeping up onto his cheeks. He heard Sam chuckle next to him. His gaze dropped, he shifted awkwardly, opened his mouth and closed it again, swallowing hard - and his face was burning hotter and hotter with every agonizing second.
"Did you just call him -" Sam began, voice dripping with uncontainable amusement.
"I MEANT TO SAY ‘BUDDY’, OK?!"