as one of The Oldest People On Tumblr i really hate those posts that are like “omg i can’t believe it’s already june and half of 2017 is over can u” because yes i can, i am constantly aware of the increasing speed with which time passes as i age YOU SMALL DEMONS WHOM HAVE NEVER KNOWN WRINKLES
was normally the first one up every day, but today Dean and you were in the
kitchen at the table way before Sam. Dean was playing Words With Friends with
Mary while you were infatuated with sending snaps to Donna. “Dean!” You grabbed
Dean and pulled him over, holding your phone out to take a selfie. “Flower
crowns! Strike a pose!”
Dean groaned but posed with you anyway. He secretly loved it, not that he’d
ever admit it. “How did you even find out about Snapchat?”
downloaded it for me.”
me to kill her next time we see her.”
thing. Except you love it.” You smiled and batted your eyelashes. “Don’t think
I haven’t seen you checking yourself out in the filters on my phone. You make
an excellent duck face by the way.”
up.” Dean abruptly turned back to his game and laughed, sending a message to
Mary. You peered over his shoulder, seeing that he played the word twerking.
are you gonna play a word that didn’t even exist when she was alive? That’s
in the dictionary.” Dean shrugged. You scoffed and went back to playing with
Snapchat filters, moving on from the flower crown to the puppy face.
Summary:He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?
Who knew when we first said I love you that we'd end up here? We've been through so much together and so much without each other. And life is beautiful and hard, and the only thing I know for sure is that I want to go through it all with you.
I had Botox this morning so the tears are struggling to fall, but I feel them.
It’s not just women on film, 18-year-old girls feel pressure to do preventative injecting. I see someone’s face, someone’s body who’d had children and I think they’re the song lines of your experience, and why would you want to eradicate that? I look at people sort of entombing themselves and all you see is their little pin holes of terror… and you think, just live your life, death is not going to be any easier just because your face can’t move.