“My sister, Christi, had a baby when I was 17, and I had just heard about crib death. The horrible thing was that it wasn’t understood. For some unknown reason the baby would stop breathing. So I would sneak into where the baby was sleeping and put my hand in her crib, hold her little finger, and I’d sleep on the floor like that. It was stupid, I’m sure, but I thought the warmth of my hand might help, that maybe if she felt my pulse it would remind her to breathe.”—
“Sure i can draw. I’m very slow, but if you give me a long time, i can pull something off. I prefer to draw nudes. So i prefer to have lots of nude models hanging around all the time.”—Misha Collins, in an interview for Supernatural.ru (via garfisha-bambins)
When you follow a bunch of people on tumblr and they're all friends with each other and they're really goddamn cool and funny but you're not part of the group so you just sit back and laugh at all the jokes they make to each other with your "forever alone" face on.
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”—~Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft (via fuckyeahkickassquotes)