my online life
sO my friend’s dog died and she lives in new york city and so she had to take it to the vet by the subway and she put the dead dog in the suitcase on the subway and it was a pretty big dog and some dude saw that she was struggling with the suitcase so he asked if she needed help with it and he said do you mind me asking what’s in it and she didnt want to say a dead dog so shE SAID IT WAS A BUNCH OF LAPTOPS SO HE TOOK THE SUITCASE AND RAN AND I JUST
Usually I draw cute,fluffy things and then I remember I am a masochist for feels and I draw things like this…
*hide under poncho*
This is so painfully beautiful…I can’t ;-;
god i can hear Cas in my head telling Dean “I can’t feel my wings” and Dean telling Cas it will be okay and hugging him and Cas just cries out and breaks down and sobs…I can’t…why do I hurt myself like this?
I will never not reblog this, because it just gives me so many feels.