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“I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me. Now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause.”

Vincent Van Gogh (via wanduring)

dean challenge: variations [1/3] future dean
Sam + the sweater vest in 8x13
  • man: when you dress like that it's like putting a steak in front of a dog. what do you expect?
  • woman: *proves that even dogs have discipline*
  • man: wHat!!!!!11!!!?????? WHY ??????????????????????????????????? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY!!!!!!!!!!!!! COMPARING US FREE-THINKING MALE CITIZENS TO DOGS????????????????????/ FEMINISM IS MISANDRY!!!!!1!!!!!111!! WHERE DID OUR MEN'S RIGHTS GO

your madness won.

oldfuckingspook:

The year is 2068. Sam Winchester is 85 years old. He begins to suffer severe heart problems caused by being old as fuck. Dean gets in his motorized wheelchair and goes to the nearest crossroads at a speed of 3mph and trades his soul for Sam’s life. It is at this point that even the crossroads demons are beginning to worry about the Winchesters’ unhealthy codependency problems.