Dean in the Impala

Hey my name is dean guys and i'm apart of the #supenaturalfandom. Brooke, Olivia, Carissa, and Sabrina best friend status. castiel-personal-space-invader.tumblr.com Saving people hunting things the family business

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m-eg:

i hate those friendships that just end for no reason you just stop talking

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defluor:

sphvere:

goodgirlshoney:

Park Ave Church NYC 2014

Makes you think

i love this quote. 

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defluor:

sphvere:

goodgirlshoney:

Park Ave Church NYC 2014

Makes you think

i love this quote. 

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rainbowsaur:

andypseudo:

grumpygrizzlies:

Robin Williams street art tribute off Melrose in LA on 17 August 2014

Whoa.

Oh

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rainbowsaur:

andypseudo:

grumpygrizzlies:

Robin Williams street art tribute off Melrose in LA on 17 August 2014

Whoa.

Oh

"

It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

Not all men.

I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

Not all men.

Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

Not all men.

Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

Not all men.

Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

“Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
“Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…
Another sexist comment…

I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

Not all men.

Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

-Don’t ever talk to strange men
-Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
-Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

Not all men.

It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

I’m a 17 year old girl.
When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.

Not.
All.
Men.

"

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a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)

I am almost in tears because this hit me so hard

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kingjaffejoffer:

2damnfeisty:

emiliogorgeous:

just seen this on twitter. lord have mercy. god is real.

is this heaven?

Is this real life?Or is it just fantasy?Caught in a landslideNo escape from reality

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kingjaffejoffer:

2damnfeisty:

emiliogorgeous:

just seen this on twitter. lord have mercy. god is real.

is this heaven?

Is this real life?
Or is it just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality

tfcj:

All I can say is…wow. Not a good feeling. 
Officer Darren Wilson’s gofundme has more money donated than Michael Brown’s memorial fund. White privilege at it’s finest. 
I don’t usually post about stuff like this, but please share this in hopes of more people donating to Michael Brown’s family. You can find the gofundme page: here.

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tfcj:

All I can say is…wow. Not a good feeling. 

Officer Darren Wilson’s gofundme has more money donated than Michael Brown’s memorial fund. White privilege at it’s finest. 

I don’t usually post about stuff like this, but please share this in hopes of more people donating to Michael Brown’s family. You can find the gofundme page: here.

bambambaklava:

Thanks google

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bambambaklava:

Thanks google

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patientlights:

Just cleaned my laptop screen for the first time in 6 months

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unmutekurloz:

pyralsnout:

itsstuckyinmyhead:

Pluto Tumblr Posts photoset

(You’re welcome)

OHANA MEANS FAMILY
VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU

PLUTO IS CRYING

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tenxrosetyler:

tatennant-ismybrotp:

well this wasn’t painful at all

jerks

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go. to. your. room. This is just.. it’s too painful. 

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wificode:

the pain in her eyes

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Sherlock + text posts

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kalories:

i hate the phrase “life is short” because life is literally the longest thing that any of us will ever experience

"if you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?"

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one of the most eye opening things i’ve read in a while (via cacophobix)

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