Do you ever find something - a character in a book, a television show, anything - and find that it resonates you on such a level that it becomes a part of you and how you identify yourself?
I am an avid reader and a Netflix addict, and what these two things have in common is that they provide me…
bringing this back because i’m finding it to be more true now than ever<3
the OP is me just on a blog I no longer use..woops
Did this hurt anyone else as much as it did me? That his fucking family was them? Like oh my god.
HE WENT TO STANFORD
Can I also point out that despite the fact that Sam is always complaining about the hunter life he is the one in this episode so desperate to get back to it
and when you remember that Bobby and Ellen actually got married in the alternate universe and Jo really did become their sister
HIS FATHER IS BOB
BECAUSE BOBBY WAS MORE OF A FATHER TO HIM THAN JOHN EVER COULD HAVE BEEN
THIS AU GAVE ME SO MANY FREAKING FEELS
rock bottom is when youtube comments are more intelligent than your government
1. To show the idiot guys who think they own the place that we are here and they need to sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up
2. To show the girls who say shit like “omg I love COD I’m such a weird girl” that they are not some rare creature because a lot of us love COD mkay.
— Feminist Frequency (@femfreq)
Above is a tweet I made this afternoon in reaction to the fact that none of the games presented at…
we actually make up about 42% of people buying the games..but yeah guys, you’re right..
tell me again how feminists made up sexism?
too bad suckers, we’ve been here all along
Some (mostly) recurring Supernatural characters for you.
what is wrong with this show
I however refuse to believe Gabriel is dead…. I’m in extreme denial
youre practically a serial killer youre not supposed to be this cute
I love him so much
This past Sunday, my house in Little Axe, Oklahoma, was hit by a tornado. I was at work and my family was in the neighbor’s storm shelter. When they finally got above ground, my parents only had a few minutes to go inside and grab the essentials. It turned out that my room had taken most of the damage. Most of my books and my copies of National Geographic magazines (I’m crazy about them and want to write for them someday) were either blown away or soaked.
Hours later, when I was able to reunite with my parents and little sister, my mom told me, “I grabbed The Fault in Our Stars. I don’t know why. I just did.” I broke down in tears. Just a week before, I had yelled at my sister because her dog had gotten a hold of it. Now, it’s wet and wrinkled and filthy, but it’s still one of my most prized possessions. I hardly have anything else right now, but I can be happy knowing I have this book.
If you guys can get a girl a fluffy chicken, I know you can make John Green find the thing. I just want him to know that nothing could ever bring me more comfort now than his book. I just want to say thank you to him for helping me through this.
I AM CRYING SO HARD
CAN SOMEONE MAKE JOHN GREEN FIND THE THING
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY
FIND THIS THING
OF EVERYTHING TO FIND ON THIS SITE, JOHN GREEN MUST FIND THIS THING!