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kisstherain1106:

one of the 22566614223583 reasons why I love him

1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS

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feltclffe:

requested by thecriesofamandrake

inspired by (x)

yeeitsanna:

superwholock-is-the-new-sexy:

severedhead-justteaformethanks:

pineappledean:

thebrotherswinchester:

just-be-my-soul:

sams-soul:

SPN FANDOM TRADITION: ALWAYS. REBLOG. ON. TUESDAY.

DO WANT THIS TRADITION TO STAY FOREVER IN THIS FANDOM

ALWAYS.

My alarm clock ringtone is heat of the moment. But only for tuesdays. I guess I’m a masochist.

incurable-insomnia:

Jared Padalecki is too big to fit into the TARDIS.