Promoing at the beach
Ancient Roman prostitutes did something similar, but usually they would have phalluses inscribed in their sandals. So, if you were ever in the mood, you could just look down and follow the dicks.
follow the yellow dick-road
…it’s so much easier to say you’re antisocial…
…or claim that you just don’t like people…
…or pretend that you just don’t care anymore…
…than to admit how lonely and damaged you truly feel.
That’s why we go to shows/movies/books because those characters are the only ones we truly connect with.
goddamn look at that control
I just spent the last 10 min staring at this
i got really happy about this and then i was like “this dog is probably dead” and now i am crying
i like that the SPN description on Netflix is ‘Siblings Dean and Sam crisscross the country, investigating paranormal activity and picking fights with demons, ghosts, and monsters’
it makes it sounds like the demons, ghosts, and monsters are like just hanging out and all of a sudden dean and sam show up and like bug the shit out of them
“hey wendigo, nice wig, what’s it made of?”
“YOUR DEAD MOM’S CHEST HAIR”