a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
{❦} “So? Me and you have been friends for waaay longer than you dated Jess. Plus, you didn’t even date Maddy you guys were like fuck-buddies or something———- whatever. Just a quick look.”
”Well who cares? We’ve survived. We’ve helped people..and saved the world a handful of times.
We’ve done a hell of a lot more good then you seem to realize.”
❝ it’s never enough though, is it? there’s always going to be something that comes along and ruins it. i mean, jesus, dean, i started the apocalypse. there’s no real way to come back from that, you know?❞
{❦} “Hey——happy birthday! I got you something, just a little gift. I didn’t think you’d want something super fancy.”
❝you, uh… you really didn’t have to. ❞
he’s trying to keep his tone bright but, as usual, he’s not very successful. after all, what’s there to be excited about when all your birthday means is one more year of hell?