Let me explain you a thing.
When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.
I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.
The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:
“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:
“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.
“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.
I really am crying over this. Please be strong.
Rich people food:
Poor people food:
Feels so good to be poor :D
“Meeting Jonny was like falling in love. He could make all the ideas work and we were writing two songs a night sometimes. And I was starting to get more of a musical education; Jeff Buckley and Radiohead.” - Chris Martin
I can’t believe the soda company from Hey Arnold bought Tumblr
what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies?
Woah woah wait
you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most”
that would explain why, because you would actually be inhaling little parts of them over time
Oh my god
If you love TUMBLR, reblog this.
The notes. You don’t belong here if you don’t reblog this. THE NOTES!
Reblog if you’ve ever cried over the death of a fictional character
all the fandoms
all of them should reblog this
what r you talking about i fuckin died
I was looking for something to eat from my stash of candy and I saw a mars bar and this is what I thought of….
when coldplay decided to become a band
- chris: we should start a band and write sad songs to help people through depressing times
- will: no
- jonny: maybe if we’re successful I’ll be able to afford more hats!
- guy: i always thought murdering people with my good looks was my vocation in life
Okay well this picture has really bad quality, but let me tell you a story. There’s this boy, and his name’s Dyllon. He’s the biggest bully and he’s always throwing stuff at me in school and I get so annoyed with him like he’s so rude. But today, I wore this brown cardigan thingy and the sleeves went down just past my elbows, so you could see some of my scars. In English I went to go hand him a pen or something and he saw them and he grabbed my arm and he like stroked one of them and smiled at me and I got really red and I thought he was gonna make fun of me for them, so I turned the other way. But he grabbed me and he hugged me and told me he loved me and then he showed me his arm and he had them too and I started crying and he told me it wasn’t worth it and that it’s okay and then he gave me his number and said if I ever needed him for anything to call him and he would do anything for me, even take the bus to my house if I needed him. It was the most serious I’d ever seen him be and i just love him so so much
imnotcryingimnotcryingimnotcrying
