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Posted on 30th Sep at 9:17 PM, with 166,790 notes

hannahhutton:

friendly reminder that colin ford (little sam winchester)

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is now 17 and looks like this

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Posted on 31st May at 2:08 PM, with 80,249 notes

best-of-funny:

flirtyling:

Everyone who reblogs this will get a pickup line in their ask

Every

Single 

Person

You dont even have to follow me

Warning, some will be dirty ;)

Well hello there

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that gif JUST MADE ME CRY

I GOT MINE

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I wanna wanna pick up line -crosses her fingers-

Posted on 16th May at 4:30 PM, with 163,503 notes

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nyehs:

what if for an entire year everyone stopped having kids and then there was like an empty grade level for 12 years

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I had to reblog this… Because… What if… That grade WASN’T empty? I mean, what if kids in the grade below it got propelled up a grade? Or the kids in the grade above it got kept back? And then the teacher who was supposed to be teaching that grade that year, instead of having a year off, they’d have maybe one or two kids in their class, and that would be the entire grade.

Posted on 21st Jan at 7:12 PM, with 2 notes
That night, I welcomed Fiddlestix into the household. Victor wasn’t too happy. He’s allergic to cats. But Stix seemed to just love me, so he was hardly ever near enough to Victor anyway. 

The only effect that Stixie had on Victor’s life was that he cleaned a little bit more often. But considering he was a neat freak, he probably would’ve been about to do that anyway.

That night, I welcomed Fiddlestix into the household. Victor wasn’t too happy. He’s allergic to cats. But Stix seemed to just love me, so he was hardly ever near enough to Victor anyway. 

The only effect that Stixie had on Victor’s life was that he cleaned a little bit more often. But considering he was a neat freak, he probably would’ve been about to do that anyway.

Posted on 21st Jan at 6:14 PM, with 4 notes
Eventually, I gave up on sleeping. Apparently, it just wasn’t going to happen tonight. Instead, I slipped out of bed, and got changed, before going online. If I couldn’t sleep because I felt so alone, I could at least do something to fix that.

Rather than going to the dating site, I went to a pet adoption site. There had better be a cute cat on here somewhere.

Eventually, I gave up on sleeping. Apparently, it just wasn’t going to happen tonight. Instead, I slipped out of bed, and got changed, before going online. If I couldn’t sleep because I felt so alone, I could at least do something to fix that.

Rather than going to the dating site, I went to a pet adoption site. There had better be a cute cat on here somewhere.

Posted on 21st Jan at 5:17 PM, with 8 notes
Like most nights, I had trouble getting to sleep. Usually it was plots, ideas. Characters, and plans for stories that would keep me up all night. Sometimes I troubled over something I had done during the day, wishing I could change time, and change what I had done, or said. Do something different. Smarter. Nicer. Meaner.

Tonight was one of those nights that were fastly becoming more and more often for me. Instead of being unable to stop thinking about a new plot line to take a story on, I couldn’t stop thinking about all of my faults.

I mean, let’s face it. I’m not pretty. I’m not overly intelligent. I’m not successful. Heck, I wouldn’t have any money or a real place to live if Aunt Celia hadn’t passed away. 

And yet…

I’m not one of those girls who can look for a Mister Right Now. I want a Mister Right. I’m not one of those girls who just wants to have some good old stress relief. It’s not that I feel the need to be in a relationship, to validate that I’m alive. That I exist. I’m a person. 

It’s just that there are those occasions when I’m so lonely. Or desperately sad. When I want a shoulder to cry on. Someone who will hold me close, and kiss my forehead. Tell me that everything’s going to be okay. 

It’s funny. I’ve gone through my life, seeing so many people just going through one relationship after the next. And I’ve always known that… Well, that I could never be one of those girls. I could never be with someone for a few years, until something began to bug me, and then I’d just turn around and walk out. I always knew that if I were going to be in a relationship, in the end, it would be all or nothing. So many marriages these days are ending in divorce. Not that I ever think I’ll marry, but I don’t want to be a serial girl friend. I want to be someone that a guy finds, and never wants to lose. 

Maybe I’ve read too many books. Where no matter how hard the obstacle, the guy and girl always get together in the end. And nothing in the world could ever tear them apart. But that’s always been what I’ve wanted.

Like most nights, I had trouble getting to sleep. Usually it was plots, ideas. Characters, and plans for stories that would keep me up all night. Sometimes I troubled over something I had done during the day, wishing I could change time, and change what I had done, or said. Do something different. Smarter. Nicer. Meaner.

Tonight was one of those nights that were fastly becoming more and more often for me. Instead of being unable to stop thinking about a new plot line to take a story on, I couldn’t stop thinking about all of my faults.

I mean, let’s face it. I’m not pretty. I’m not overly intelligent. I’m not successful. Heck, I wouldn’t have any money or a real place to live if Aunt Celia hadn’t passed away. 

And yet…

I’m not one of those girls who can look for a Mister Right Now. I want a Mister Right. I’m not one of those girls who just wants to have some good old stress relief. It’s not that I feel the need to be in a relationship, to validate that I’m alive. That I exist. I’m a person. 

It’s just that there are those occasions when I’m so lonely. Or desperately sad. When I want a shoulder to cry on. Someone who will hold me close, and kiss my forehead. Tell me that everything’s going to be okay. 

It’s funny. I’ve gone through my life, seeing so many people just going through one relationship after the next. And I’ve always known that… Well, that I could never be one of those girls. I could never be with someone for a few years, until something began to bug me, and then I’d just turn around and walk out. I always knew that if I were going to be in a relationship, in the end, it would be all or nothing. So many marriages these days are ending in divorce. Not that I ever think I’ll marry, but I don’t want to be a serial girl friend. I want to be someone that a guy finds, and never wants to lose. 

Maybe I’ve read too many books. Where no matter how hard the obstacle, the guy and girl always get together in the end. And nothing in the world could ever tear them apart. But that’s always been what I’ve wanted.

Posted on 21st Jan at 4:19 PM, with 7 notes

When I got upstairs, rather than going straight to bed, which is what I had been planning to do, I decided to check my messages.

I suppose this could be called my secret shame. I certainly don’t like to let people know that I use this thing. Outside of the people I talk to on it, Mia and Victor are the only people in the world who are aware that I do it. 


Most of the time I don’t even know why I’m on it. I mean, I’ve talked to the very rare and occasional okay guy on there. And by okay, I mean that they can actually speak English. Ugh. Some of the responses I get… Or profiles I read… “Dey srsly tlk lyk dis.” I hate it.

And when I do on occasion come across someone who can write like a normal person, the responses I get, usually go like this:

"You’re cute."

"Thanks."

"Wanna fuck?"

Since we moved to Broken Heart Island a week ago, those have pretty much been the only contacts I’ve received. Giving up on it, I shut my laptop in annoyance. Why was Victor the only guy I knew who wasn’t a colossal asshat?

Posted on 21st Jan at 3:22 PM, with 6 notes

If there was one thing in the world that made Mia and I more than sisters, it was our love of books. Victor shared it as well, which was why we all got along so well together. Even if I was shy to talk to Victor at first.

I was reading Harry Potter, for about the hundredth millionth time, while Mia sat across from me, reading some Mills and Boone. I heard a couple of gasps, and a low moan at one point, which lead me to believe that she was enjoying the book. Well, it’s better than the alternative, I suppose. And a million times better than reading Twilight.

While we read, as the rain pounded at the windows, Victor was in the next room over, fixing his laptop which had previously displayed the dreaded black screen of terror.

After reading the same paragraph over and over again, I decided to excuse myself. I’m not even sure if Mia heard me or not, she was so deep in her book. While Victor nodded and waved to me.

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