horo:

sorry but if you enjoy “hunting for sport” aka murdering animals for no other reason than your personal enjoyment then i need you to stay 100000000000 ft away from me at all times, don’t look at me don’t talk to me don’t talk to my friends, just go away honestly, thanks. literally what is wrong with you that you find joy and amusement in taking the lives of living creatures

theeeehomieeeeeminaaa:

nataliaquerida:

ourheartsarewildcreatures:

Avoid people who:

1. mess with your head.
2. can’t and won’t apologise sincerely.
   
3. expect you to prioritise them but refuse to prioritise you.
   
4. intentionally and repeatedly do and say things that they know upset you.

5. Act like the victim when confronted with their abusive behaior.

Important

people who shower in under 5 minutes

• ..
• ..?
• .?…??
• how

waltersnowwhite:

a detailed list of things i hate

• hot weather
• high temperatures
• heat
• warmer than average conditions

A post about romantic relationships

storiesofaginger:

chazzfox:

helloelloh:

so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.

And its not really like that, at least not to me.

You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.

Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.

 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep. 

Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.

There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together. 

You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one. 

Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.

But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.

And I love that.

*SLAMS REBLOG BUTTON!!!*

This legitimately made me tear up.

Fetus Misha appreciation post

queen-of-the-pundom:

Can

we

all

just

take

a

moment

to

appreciate

the

beauty

that

is

fetus

Misha

Collins?

Bonus:

saltruism:

deanisthesun:

caswitch:

castiel is the kinda guy who picks up other people’s trash, puts his spare change into empty parking meeters, and waves at animals

#goes to yellowstone national park and herds animals away from the roads#plants bee-healthy flowers#gives cashiers rly good tips#volunteers at the hospital#CAS FEELINGS (via saltruism)

#holds doors open for like twelve people in a row  #helps old ladies cross the street   #says good morning to strangers on the street  #starts a pay it forward trend in the drive thru line up  #is a sweetheart 24/7 (via deanisthesun)

season4hair:

Sam and Cas starting a vine account and it’s literally just a collection of Cas popping up beside Dean out of nowhere and Dean falling over and yelling “soN OF A BITCH” and then Sam laughing in the background and everyone thinks it’s just ‘vine magic’ so they can get away with using Cas’ grace for all sorts of weird shit

graynbow:

Do you ever fangirl so hard that you just…

embarrass yourself. Alone. In your room.

deancasheadcanons:

lisa’s memories about dean absolutely come back and when she randomly somehow runs into him like a decade from now the first thing she does is puNCH HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE