IN MY RESTLESS DREAMS I SEE THAT TOWN

the human condition of eternal dissatisfaction is like a sick joke to me

bro we are smoking straight up mysteries

bro i'm gonna be honest with you i do not fully understand what we are smoking

i thought for so long that time was like a line, that our moments were laid out like dominoes, and that they fell, one into another and on it went, just days tipping, one into the next, into the next, in a long line between the beginning and the end. but i was wrong. it's not like that at all. our moments fall around us like rain. or snow. or confetti. (...) think of that and of me when you stand in the rain. i loved you completely. and you loved me the same. that's all. the rest is confetti.

hear me out. sam winchester confessing to monsignor pruitt, who secretly feeds him blood and turns him into a vampire, thinking he was saving sam. okayyyyyyyy