Songstress Crow

I'm not loved nor hated, adored nor any other affection.
I have rockstars sign my inhalers.

reallylameblog:

shut the fuck up Fox News

reallylameblog:

shut the fuck up Fox News

(Source: imreallycoolandfriendly, via littleyellowtardis)

6ee:

"Don’t wear that you’ll give people the wrong idea"

What idea? That I’m a fine as hell? That ain’t an idea that’s a fact ma

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the-hungry-panda:

strawberrygrave:

champagnewithpapi:

"I coulda dropped my croissant"

THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE VINE

HIS LITTLE SCREAM

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Whenever you have a bad day just remember Changing Channels was actually an episode, even though it looks like it’s all from the gag reel

thatgirlonstage:

obsessedwith-castiel-dean-sam:

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..and that was just the first few minutes…

I’m mildly convinced that there was a day or a couple days where Jared and Jensen just refused to concentrate and the production team just said “Fuck it, let’s make an episode out of it.”

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suspnd:

gonna miss u

(Source: hawkicons, via itfeels-great)

noirbettie:

dandehaane:

if u are scared or worried or stressed please just remember that even if you mess up super badly, doggies on the street will still tug on their owners when u walk by because they wanna say hello to u so badly

This is legitimately comforting.

(via peace-love-themaine)

“I guess you have to take a person at their word that they’re actually into you.”

—   Drinking Buddies, 2013  (via norisingsun)

(Source: belong-long-to-be, via realanomaly)

Anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.

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apasionat:

"Oh, how it feels to feel. How truly lucky I am to just feel. To feel it all; to feel pain, to feel sadness; to feel joy, to feel anger. For a second there I forgot how fortunate I really am. Forgot about the energy in my bloodstream. That violent, unrestricted energy that moves me. Moves me to scream, and dance, and sing, to fight, and fornicate. To kiss, and make up. That feverish, relentless energy that takes me to where I wanna go. I say ‘there’ and I’m there. You say ‘where’ and we’re half way around the world. And to think, the beauty of my body is only half that of my brain. How flawlessly we fit together. Awfully flawless. I see things in color, I smell flowers in the springtime. I hear babies cry, and airplanes fly, and lectures from those who raised me. I decide things, and create things, and take one thing, and turn it into some other thing. I panic about my future, I regret things I’ve done in the past. I love, and I lust, and I hope and pray that I don’t ever fail to remember how great it feels, to just feel." — John O’callaghan, It Feels Great

(via punkfeline)

chocolaty:

wheres waldo

this is my version of hell

chocolaty:

wheres waldo

this is my version of hell

(Source: stunningpicture, via punkfeline)