(via jvnko)Source: yetana
… if there are 107.4 million blogs currently, reblog if made your tumblr before they added a picture to the sign up page
thats rude as fuck how the log in page doesnt have a picture….
wait, tumblr has a picture on the login screen now?
i haven’t logged out of my tumblr in over a year what
WHAAAAAAA? They have a picture now? I literally have never logged out!
You know you never log out when….
you can log out?
I can’t find the logout button oh god I’m trapped
This is like a doctor who episode
(via lifetomyvoid)Source: lunchtrae
So if Sam was the one who turned Crowley human, and the first one around when Crowley started feeling feelings and stuff, does that mean that Crowley’s now imprinted on Sam like a baby duck?
no. baby moose
quick someone draw crowley as a bby moose
HERE YOU GO!
Goddamn, the hiatus is getting to me. @_@
THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING TO COME OUT OF ANY HIATUS
(via supermattural)Source: theangelgabrieldidmyhair
Can I pretend for one more day that I’m not crying in the rain
That all of the feelings I hold inside
You cannot see for how well I hide
The trust and love I gave were true
And how I’m treated is nothing new
Trying so hard to be the one
For all the comfort and some of the fun
But if this is how I’m treated here
I don’t see why I should be near
To try to be there in the end
Just to be a good friend
But you don’t accept and you don’t deny
All you do is make me cry
Through all the pain and all the love
You ran to another you thought fell from above
I loved you once and I’ll love you again
But in all honesty all I want is a friend
And I’ve learned that this is something you cannot do
So I’ll be forced to leave you quite soon
If you cannot prove to me
That you care and can see
All the things you’ve done wrong
To me, to change every line in my song
Then you shall be dismissed
And yes I will miss
All the times we had and things we planned
Because I know that in no way you would give me a hand
Because everything we said must be meaningless
What gives me reason to trust you in any of this?
But you don’t care about me, so why do you pretend
That I could ever look at you and you want to be my friend
I’ve heard your lies and caught them too
But I only hear the truth from your Becca-boo
And if you can’t do anything for me
Please tell me why you pretend to care so deeply
Because while to you this is just a game
This is my life, in which I have no shame.