That’s it, I’m moving to London…
Yep, you said it!!!!!!
Yep. London is clearly the perfect place to ride the subway.

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@yourmyanesthesia
That’s it, I’m moving to London…
Yep, you said it!!!!!!
Yep. London is clearly the perfect place to ride the subway.
Poor fellas…
I've made mistakes. But haven't you? Haven't we all?
The last gif will always be my favorite thing in existence.
AU in which Abaddon replaces Crowley
I just love the fact Cas has absolutely no verbal filter.
carry on my wayward son
This gifset will never be not true
DID YOU MEAN: MY LIFE
SO ACCURATE IT HURTS
"I have like little small things I wanna do, like rule the world."
I fucking cannot with this man.
how drunk was he?
everyone. everywhere. everyday
Хочешь делить с ним победы и поражения? Значит, узлом завяжись, тренируй волю. Амулеты мои снимая с его шеи, Чувствуй их тяжесть приятную, тонкое жжение; Помни, что где бы вы ни были – вас не двое. Полюби его, чтобы соседи стучали и шкалил счётчик, Отнеси на площадь любовь свою развесистую, как знамя. “Мой, он мой” - повторяй это чаще, артикулируй чётче, Только в каждом его поцелуе - десяток моих пощёчин, В каждой случайной фразе - десяток моих признаний. Не смотри, не вари для меня отворотных зелий, Со стволами не стой до рассвета, не жди вора. Стань с ним пеплом, упади в землю, прорасти семенем, Расцвети, принеси плоды, поделись со всеми, - И тогда у нас, может, и будет тема для разговора.
(c) kaitana
Dead Poets Society (1989)
Can I be close to you?