If you think about it, Facebook has not even reached the stage of Gif’s yet.
How can I express my feelings with no italics
It has not even got bold
And we need to talk about:
- Bullet points
I may as well
You can’t even put links into text
you did not just link that
i just choked on my cheese
Tie a noose-like knot with your lace.
Slide it through the small opening of the car door.
Tighten the lace loop and pull the lock up. Then receive free car.
TUMBLR: TEACHING EVERYDAY PEOPLE HOW TO BREAK INTO CARS SINCE 2007
reblogging for future references
You’ll see why soon enough.
this post kind of freaks me out
Let me explain you a thing.
When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.
I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.
The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:
“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:
“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.
“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.
i want to thank whoever made this black and white
back for my monday post
think i forgot this last monday
but i remembered it this one
somehow I only ever find this on Mondays
CAN WE JUST TALK
ABOUT THE SNOWMEN
WHEN CLARA SAYS
“I don’t know why I’m crying,”
BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T QUITE REMEMBER WHO SHE IS
OR WHY SHE LOVES THIS DOCTOR
JUST THAT SHE HAS TO SAVE HIM
BUT SOMEWHERE DEEP DOWN SHE REMEMBERS THE JOY OF BEING TOGETHER AND TRAVELING AND THE LIFE THAT THEY ONCE HAD
AND TEARS BEGIN TO FALL
BECAUSE THEY’RE FINALLY, REALLY TOGETHER AGAIN LIKE THEY SHOULD BE.
I’M NOT CRYING, I JUST HAVE A WHOUFFLE IN MY EYE
How can I not reblog this!?
LAND OF THE FREE
HOME OF THE PRETTY
AND THE PINK CROC’S PINK GLARE
THE HATERS BURSTING IN AIR,
GAVE PROOF THROUGH THE NIGHT
THAT NO FUCKS WERE GAVE THERE
God bless America.
Second in from the right has the best mid-air pose, he must practise.