If I had to describe them with one photoset
the winchester brothers, in a nutshell
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LOOK AT HIS FUCKING FACE
MISHA YOU ARE ALMOST 40 YEARS OLD STOP THAT
NO NO NO
DONT EVER STOP
he looks like that last kid that gets a piece of cake at a birthday party
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Contrary to many beliefs, you don’t actually need a fucking life story reason to get a tattoo.
this post has been approved by Justin Bieber
and Harry Styles
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first of all, who let me get so emotionally invested in a television show
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do u ever just make scenarios in your head that will never happen but makes you so happy so you just keep on imagining them
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my cat’s freakin out cos I think there’s another cat outside our house
i should shoo it away but ehhh
LOUIs’ GREAT GRAND FATHER U’M SHITTING THE TITANIC
THE ResEmblance IM screeCHING
….how did we find this one
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things were easier when i didnt know who harry styles was
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Answer:
are you asking if I speak Portuguese? if so, the answer is no :( but I speak a bit of Italian
I don’t think my friends realize how lonely I’ve been this past year.
They all went away to school this year while my plans for the year sank like the Titanic. I was stuck.
I spent most of my time in my room alone watching Netflix or blogging while my siblings and parents were going out to dinner and the movies and the bar with all of their friends.
I laugh out loud to things I read or see, I talk back to the television, and I make my own personal video diaries that I don’t share with anyone because there was really no one there to listen anyway.
And I get laughed at for it. Now that all my friends are home, they look at me weird when I laugh at my computer or talk to the television. They get annoyed when I say “I yeah I saw that on tumblr” because it’s like there’s nothing ever new with me.
I always want to see my friends and I want to make plans and go places with them, but by the time I get home I never want to leave the house again. And I can’t even tell them how lonely I feel or why I feel this way because they wouldn’t understand it.
I don’t think it’s okay to want to run and hide from the people you’re supposed to feel comfortable around. But that’s how I feel and I want someone to know.
