when you find a shirt you really like and wear it a couple times and it starts doing
how do people wake up in the morning feeling refreshed
#the if you want #kills me every single time #like look at this fucking dude #keeping it together #because he has to #because this is his shot #and when i read a really sappy tentoo #i get really angry #like don’t you think #and i’m just spit-balling here #but if this guy was going to turn into a blubbering mess #and talk about his soul and shit #that he would have done it on this fucking beach? #i think so #so let’s give him the benefit of the doubt #and in reward for keeping it together #he gets to spend his life with rose tyler #the pajamas she wears on a normal night #the way she never finishes a cup of tea #how angry they can get and still sleep in the same bed#the sound of a key in the lock at 3 am #how he eats nothing but chicken fingers for lunch for a week #and how she likes her breakfast cereal full of even more sugar than his #how they slowly stop using condoms #the little nips and bruises on his shoulder #the way his voice gets so much lower#cologne and laundry detergent and bacon on sunday mornings #the way he wraps himself in a blanket on the sofa #and sharing a closet and even though her side is twice as big as his #how sometimes the only thing she wants to wear is whatever he had on the day before (via allrightfine)
I made a thingThis is great.
To just sleep in a car like this, with your best friend or boyfriend and not worry because its just you two and tomorrow you’re just going to climb out of bed and into the front of the car where you’ll drive off. Another day on your road trip together, living, laughing, loving.
But then you hear a noise outside. Your friend goes to investigate and never comes back. You wait, and then decide to go looking for them. You grab a torch and climb out and scan the trees with the light.
You hear a dripping noise behind you.
You turn around and see water dripping onto the car, but it’s not raining. You shine the torch onto the water, and realise it’s red. It’s blood. You look up, and there’s your friend, hanging from the tree above, stomach ripped open and hand reaching down, dripping blood.
You go to scream but then something hits you from behind.
You were in the first five minutes of Supernatural.
I only reblogged this for the bing dress
I PISSEED MYSELF AT INTERNET EXPLORER
The paper bag princess….
OH LORD I’M DYING
Behind the Scenes: Andy & Martin