Gabriel, you are five.
That awkward moment when you are a powerful archangel and the safest place you can think of is the backseat of the Impala.
♥ - My tracked tags.
☺ - My first URL.
♣ - My saved URLs.
♦ - My current tumblr crushes.
★ - Does _______ follow you?
♪ - How many messages do you have in your inbox?
♫ - Do you follow _______?
↕ - How many blogs do you follow?
⇨ - How many posts do you have?
✞ - How many likes do you have?
♔ - How many drafts and posts on queue do you have?
He accepts the embrace willingly, finding
himself leaning into her touch. He basks
in the feeling of being cared for so genuinely,
as he is lacking of such a sense in normal
When he speaks, his voice is soft. Yet it’s
filled with as much emotion had he been
shouting at the top of his lungs.
“— Thank you.”
in honor of munday, here is a picture of that one time i dressed up like dean at 11 o’clock at night
i just bought five nights at freddy’s and can i just say it is a WAY different experience firsthand.
holy shit. my heart is still pounding.