Jensen Ackles & Jared Padalecki, TCA 2014 TVGuide Portraits
1 minute of silence for everyone that can’t attend San Diego Comic Con 2013.
another minute of silence for everyone that can’t attend San Diego Comic Con 2014
yet another minute of silence for everyone that can’t attend San Diego Comic Con 2015
Has anyone had to for some reason other than a family member being sick had to move with their parent into their grandparents/family member’s house?
We had unforeseen circumstances occur in which my “friend” was a whore and got my mom in some trouble cause of reasons in which my mom did nothing and she felt the need to cause trouble to try and keep her ass out of the fire.
We Moved BACK IN with my grandparents mind you this is the house in which my ptsd is centralized. So i just want someone who could possibly relate and wouldn’t mind talking to me?
TL; DR: I need someone to talk to who doesn’t already know the full situation and may have possibly had the same thing happen, and have you had to for some reason other than a family member being sick had to move with their parent into their grandparents/family member’s house?
One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout,r McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how man your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know youy scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and he is still going to love you.
the second i try to better myself something goes wrong. Every effing time. not being able to find your tennis shoes SHOULD NOT send you into a near mental breakdown. yeah seems like such a little thing and sure if i were in a currently mentally stable place but im not and it feels like the end of the effing world for one single bad thing to happen. UGH.
Let’s just all take a minute to appreciate the kindness of our overlord.
Also, his shirt.