Rebloggable by request.
This, above all else, is why i am against people anon bullying. If you’re going to be an ass, at least have the decentcy to show your goddamn face & let the other person block you. And frankly, this anon has no clue what they’re talking about- this person is a great writer because I was almost crying when I got to the end of this. D:
I met my wife in English class. By just random chance, I was the only boy in the class. And I flirted with her. She was totally preppy. She would wear pennyloafers and a jacket - a blazer - to class every day, and I was the opposite. So I figured it was a little bit of the opposite attracts kind of business. I wrote her poems in class that, um, made fun of her. So, um. (rubs his eyes) I’m not crying, I’m not crying! Yes, I wrote her a poem. This is before we consummated our relationship. And by “consummated,” I mean gave each other hickeys. But I wrote her a poem about her beauty, in which I likened her nose to a great cathedral. I’ll tell you everything. We’ve been together for twenty-something years, so it’s a genuine love story. We went on a trip together. We went to Boston together for something called Head of the Charles, rowing? crew? boats? And we went there and there was some vodka. Somebody got somebody to go to the liquor store and buy the booze and vodka. This is inappropriate and I don’t know why I’m telling this story. Anyway, we got a little drunk, we were in high school, we went back to a hotel room, with a bunch of other people, I might add - we were very virginal at the time. And then, part of which I had to go to my dad’s, and she had to go do some other things, and so we met back at school on the bus. And I noticed that Vicki had hickeys all over her neck. And I was like, “Wow! Three days, and she already met somebody.” I didn’t say it to her face, but “Slut!” is what I thought. And then we got to talking, walking from the bus to our class and I asked her very eloquently if she would be interested in “a relationship,” because I didn’t know what else to say. So we’ve been stuck for some time now. But those hickeys, apparently, were from me. She had gone through the same thought process when she saw the ones on my neck. Neither of us had any recollection of that. We were both still - we both had preserved our delicate flowers of virginity on that weekend. But she also came back from that weekend bearing some bruises on her inner thighs. Which neither of us, again, can account for. Serious overshare just then. The message I’m trying to tell is that all good things begin with a blackout.
15 amazing things in nature you won’t believe actually exist
“So Hannibal what is for dinner tonight”
[soulja boy voice] “YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”
so far Tumblr is obsessed with:
- A genocidal, time-travelling alien
- A sociopathic detective
- An insane, mass-murdering god of mischief
- A manipulative cannibal
- Two monster-hunting serial killers
welcome to tumblr
Don’t forget the gay angel
This is so accurate I want to cry
don’t forget satan. we love us some satan.
Does that say Hannibal Lecter Actual Cannibal
Tumblr is the best because the cool kids that go to your school always have shitty blogs
i swear the arthur shappey-esque clothing was an accident.
i have finals tomorrow why am i doing this
my mother, everyone
he looks like his friend just jumped off a building
I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO REACT TO THIS
i had to scroll all the way back to the top to reblog it..
the oNLY GOOD THING ABOUT THE NEW TUMBLR LAYOUT IS I DID NOT HAVE TO SCROLL RIGHT BACK TO THE TOP OF THIS POST TO REBLOG IT
Fan: When we first watch Supernatural we thought “he is really handsome” but then we found out that there were so much more than that, that you had so much more to offer. We think that a good actor can take you in a different place and is able not only to make you forget that you are watching an actor but also who makes you care about the character’s journey. And you really make people who watch you care about you and your character… and not just because you have a pretty face. You handle both tragedy and comedy with equal ability and your eyes speaks a thousand words even when you are saying nothing at all. So when Supernatural will end, don’t think about it as a conclusion, but as a stepping stone which will bring you to a bright future because you are Oscar material. [x]
so glad this came around again
Those tears in his eyes and him desperately trying to make a joke out of the situation so we wouldn’t notice them… Ugh never gonna be able to get over it
This always gets me. Because look how genuinely touched he is.