#screaming crying gagging

[blindbisexualgoose]

You guys don’t understand…. Amerie never got the letter

[prettygirl-gabi]

Wait wtf you mean I have 2,002 followers on here……

Thank you all sooo muchh!!!! I wow!!!!!🤯

I’ll try too come up with something for hittin 2k followers….hell i didnt even know I had 1k followers

[sickgraymeat]

The most vulnerable we ever see Bonnie she is saying smth like “I can’t even keep ding dang varmints out of my pumpkin patch” and that’s so relatable. It’s silly!!!!!!!!!!! “I lost my hat” is so fucking relatable. Breaking down to the fullest extent you’ve allowed yourself to in centuries because your vampire ex is treating you with more kindness than you’ve ever deserved and you lost your fucking hat. You never ever wanted to be known the way she knows you. Somehow it feels good (and the good feels terrifying) when you don’t have to talk to work together. You want to sleep for 15 minutes and that desire is so unfamiliar that it overwhelms you. You carry little things for her even if you tell yourself you don’t. The red lip balm, the red mug of chamomile, the deep and unending and excruciating love. You feel so much, even if you tell yourself you don’t. You’re so silly and horrible that you’re still silly and horrible even when you cry. We have all been exactly there!!!!!!!!

[sins-and-lattes]

rewatching supernatural and I DESPERATELY in an unhinged and unhealthy way require this collar

Fuuuck me I didn’t even realize it had a belt-like leash behind

[dorkleads-a]

❛  do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ?  ❜

askbox  prompt    ⇀     first    meeting   starters

a    smile,    hidden    in    the    palm    of    his    hand    as    he    continues    his    resolute    stare    as    she    pads    through    their    tiny    apartment    .    they    would    soon    grow    out    of    it,    with    the    baby    on    the    way    and    both    of    them    finally    graduated    (    they    certainly    couldn’t    fit    all    of    the    younger    kids    in    their    tiny    living    room    anymore    ,    let    alone    with    a    baby    that    could    be    woken    by    their    raucous    laughter    and    animated    stories    )    .    “    i    just    love    you    .    ”    a    statement,    a    universal    truth    he    was    sure    existed    in    every    iteration    of    the    universe.    it    was    true    in    high    school,    through    college,    and    impossibly    moreso    now    as    the    product    of    their    love    became    reality.    the    curve    of    her    stomach    swelling,    the    ring    on    her    finger    sparkling    in    the    flickering    fluorescents    of    their    far    too    small    kitchenette.    it    was    far    from    fine,    a    small    diamond    inherited    from    his    grandmother    rather    than    the    large    rock    his    mother    often    showed    off    when    asked    about    her    and    his    fathers    “love    story”.        “    do    you    think    it’ll    be    a    boy    or    a    girl    ?    ”    smile    grows,    hand    falling    to    prop    under    his    chin    as    she    finally    makes    her    way    from    the    kitchen    to    his    sprawled    position    on    their    couch.