these, our bodies, possessed by light - first there is the road ...
tell me we'll never get used to it.
“Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts from one foot to the other. Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out you will be alone always and then you will die.” ― Richard Siken
"I didn't come here to talk about free fucking cable, Cas." He sighed, shrugging his shoulders and letting his head thunk back against the headboard. "I'm sorry if you don't want to talk about it, but maybe I'm trying to stop it from happening." He said, shaking his head before turning his attention back to the tv.
"I thought....I don't know. I thought things would be different, but the other me could barely look at you. He was so angry. I don't want that to happen."