to the window
to the wall
to the trash where i belong

natnovna:

i had to take a walk bc of the sound chris evans made after the cold water got poured on him …….. 

idk man it’d just be nice to maybe get a text from you saying you’re sorry or just to ask how i am or something

4rianagrande:

i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them

I found my heaven inside of him.

→ for anon ♥

writingdean:

Cas, this isn’t you. We’re family. We need you - I need you.

galadreel:

Oh, we all want the same thing. 
Oh, we all run for something.
Run for God, for fate,
for love, for hate,
for gold, for rust,
for diamonds, for dust. [x]
"How beautiful is it that someone could make your heart beat so fast when you don’t want it to beat at all."
— And now what (via takeemeetotheebeeach)

panducky:

if you kiss my neck and bite my lip your pants are coming off.

ladypaceofmirkwood:

I’ve figured it out: My type is tall, handsome and dorky as fuck

capturedean's graphic challenge [round 4] 

prompt: poetry

barnse:

hi i’m peter man i mean i’m spider parker i mean fuck

I’ve been shot, and stabbed, and healed, and my body has been dragged all over the Earth. By some miracle I’m out, and I am done. I’ve given enough, okay?