*doesn’t check bank account*
*pretends everything is fine*

(via caswitch)

Saturday, July 26 with 100,553 notes


do you ever get those pangs of anxiety where you feel like nobody likes you and nobody will ever like you and you will achieve nothing

(via octoberdean)

Saturday, July 26 with 438,409 notes
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.

note to self   (via juggerknots)

(Source: c0ntemplations, via youreyesarelikestarlightnow)

Saturday, July 26 with 149,593 notes


AU where Dean and Cas are both cats.

Dean used to live in a house with a lovely family when he was younger, but a house fire took it all away. Dean was only able to carry out his little brother, who was nothing more than a kitten at the time, but his parents and owners were not so lucky.

So the brothers grew up in the streets, watching out for each other and, as far as Dean was concerned, needing nothing else. If Sammy would still occasionally throw longing looks in the direction of a warm home, Dean would try not to notice. They had survived fine on their own for years, traveling from street to street, town to town, without staying at one place for too long. So why would they want to change anything?

Then one day Sammy gets sick, not something life-threatening or dangerous, but he’s got a bad enough cold for Dean to decide they need to stick to one place for a bit, while his little brother regains his strength.

Dean’s out looking for food for the both of them when he first sees him through a window, a slim, black cat with — are those spots? They look like spots. Dean’s never seen a cat like him. His fur looks newly brushed and he’s half-turned away from Dean, so it comes as more of a surprise when the other cat finally takes notice of him, turning around to sit in front of his closed window. Now that he’s facing him, Dean can see that he was wrong — while his back is black, his front is an intriguing smokey silver. But most distracting of all are his eyes, which are of a richer shade of blue than Dean’s cat eyes are accustomed to seeing.

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Saturday, July 26 with 210 notes




"no homo" the teenage boy whispers as he pulls away from kissing his friend. he gently strokes the other males face "full bi" he adds in a sensuous tone.


can that be abbreviated FBI?


(Source: highgayden, via riseofthefallenone)

Friday, July 25 with 91,072 notes