The explosion was incredible, I loved it!
No! Not my Jessica! Not pattycake! It can’t be! It just can’t be! Jessica’s my wife! It’s absolutely impossible! Jessica’s the love of my life. The apple of my eye. The cream in my coffee.
BUT GUISE GUISE!!!!
THIS ALL MAKES SENSE NOW
IT MAKES SENSE HOW SHE WAS HERE!!!!
“i’m so tired of fake people!” i scream as i run out of the mannequin factory
are you Rose Tyler
so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
he’s still here…
what i’m looking for in a man:
- will lend me his hoodies
- good sense of humor
- is a cutie patootie
- will slay my enemies in a brutal display of violence and paint his face with their blood
- good taste in music
You’re looking for Dean Winchester