my uncle used to be one of those people who drove dead people to cemeteries and such
then he became a taxi driver and the person he was driving tapped his shoulder to ask a question and my uncle screamed really loud
I’m sure that’s what he thought.
don’t date anyone who doesn’t want to hear your favorite song, watch your favorite movie, read your favorite book
Went to a church event with my dad and I wore one of my Supernatural shirts and one of the girls was like “That shows for devil worshipers” and I just couldn’t help myself “The devils not all bad he’s just misunderstood, poor Lucifer” and her dad was the preacher so he blessed me and I fell to the ground laughing. This concludes my story of how I’m never allowed to go to church with my dad again.