When Sam was six, his teacher asked the class to draw their heroes. It didn’t take the teacher to finish her sentence before Sam was drawing away. Using every crayon he could as he knew who his hero was.
The time came for the class to show off their drawings, and Sam was so pleased with his, he…
omg okay so one time (i think it was sophomore year) i was sitting in class and my teacher, out of no where, says “i can see your bra strap through your shirt hanna” and i looked down and you literally couldn’t see it unless you were blatantly staring at my chest so i said, “well i can’t” and he says “you need to go change your shirt” and i said i didnt have another shirt so hes like then go home and i had a burning hatred for this teacher
i still dobecause it was like he went out of his way everyday to piss me off so i stood up and took off my bra under my shirt, dropped it on the floor next to my desk and sat down.
i was suspended for a week.
this is the most amazing thing I have ever read. I swear to god this gives me life.
i have a special folder for photos of small dogs snoozing on large sleeping places
thing is, the problem’s not the demon blood, not really. i mean, i, what i did, i can’t blame the blood or ruby or…anything. the problem’s me.
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