"how are you doing?"
[makes several vague hand gestures and various noises rather than giving an actual answer]
this planet sucks nothing works. the Volcanoes dont work like 1/10 of them work. the ocean is poorly lit. the dryers in public washrooms dont do shit. im sick of this place
The north wind blows and carries down the distant Rose.
dean was utterly unprepared for that level of sass
just girly things: FUCKING BOOB ITCHES THAT NEVER GO AWAY
i just need one person to walk up to sam and recognize him as the boy who sacrificed himself to save the world, just once, a single person telling him what he deserves to be haralded from the heavens every day