—Gets covered in dirt and sweat, but still smiling
—Gets exhausted at shows, but can’t wait to do another
—Wears pants (and show coats) in 90+ degree weather
—Climbs on an unpredictable, 1200 pound animal and points it at solid fences
—Cleans everything nonstop, only for it to get dirty the next day
—Does chores outside, in ALL types of weather
—Can easily drop thousands of dollars per year on something most people don’t understand
DEATH CALLING SAM MY BOY
DEATH LOVING THE WINCHESTERS
the next time you think you’re lonely, just remember you have about 25 billion white blood cells in your body protecting your sorry little ass with their life. you have 25 billion friends who would die for you. no need for tears.
OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S BACK.
Are there people who don’t reblog this?
I can only assume that the ones who haven’t aren’t reading the right books.
If it doesn’t make you mad, it’s not good enough.
I will never trust pink again
The main reason why I hate pink