Sometimes, I don’t understand the demons on Supernatural.
Like, okay, you can’t cross a salt line. Fine. But they only ever salt the doors/windows.
You’re a demon. Just punch through a wall.
Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little vandalism.
don’t underestimate me. i’ll wear sweaters in the summer. i’ll eat like eighteen gallons of ice cream in the winter. fuck the temperature. i don’t give a fuck
i just want to sit on your lap and make out for like eight hours
Hello, Police? I accidentally stepped on my cats foot and need to be arrested