to be honest five years ago i never would have thought that i’d be staying awake until ungodly hours reading gay fanfic and yet here we are
reasons to date me
- no pressure to wear pants in my presence
- or any clothes at all really
- but it’s up to you
- u can be big spoon or little spoon
- totally your choice
- i’m always ready to make out
- also u don’t even have to buy me things just maybe an ice cream cone every once in a while that’s it
- i’ll let you lick it though
- i mean the ice cream cone
- well not just the ice cream cone
Heh, I play the cello, I’ll bet this is an interesting article.
Jesus fucking christ dont get me started on moving the damn thing
They cause die
Me. Thats me.
Motherfucker you wanna play
Oh hey, a Buzzfeed article relevent to my interests!
this post was a trip
"Dean, if you’re using my new camera to take pictures of my ass again, I swear to God, I’m leaving you," Cas threatens emptily.
He smiles into the pillow when Dean’s laughter follows the click of the camera shutter.
Exactly. I personally have been going through depression for longer than I can remember and it consumes you. I’ve tried to commit suicide, but not because I was a coward, or not because I was selfish. I got up every goddamn day for other people. I faced a world that terrified me and I did stuff that takes more for me to do than it would another person. I went to school, I did my shows, I sat my exams. I’m still here today, but if I killed myself now, would those long and tiring, and frankly /scary/ days I was alive be forgotten? I should hope not.