to the window
to the wall
to the trash where i belong
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
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 ♥
Cas, this isn’t you. We’re family. We need you - I need you.
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]
if you kiss my neck and bite my lip your pants are coming off.
I’ve figured it out: My type is tall, handsome and dorky as fuck
capturedean's graphic challenge [round 4]
hi i’m peter man i mean i’m spider parker i mean fuck