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Midnight in Paris (2011)
That’s one of the great things about music. You can sing a song to 85,000 people and they’ll sing it back for 85,000 different reasons.
when boys sweep their hair out of their eyes ♥
I tried, I really did try to scroll past this.
I’m in class right now and dying
I miss soulless Sam sometimes.
i’ve never seen anyone shift to bitch face as quickly as sam does in that last gif
#isn’t it ironic that sam#who always sort of a protector/parental role to kevin#that in the end it’s his body that murders him#i bet sam was in the inside watching helplessly and screaming for gadreel to stop#and right now he’s in just as mich pain as dean is #but he can’t express it#because he’s trapped in his own skin without consent and with no way of getting out#HAHAHA kill me now pls [via]
Edvard Munch - “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”
Somewhere George RR Martin is snapping in Z formation.