just how long was sam carrying that around inside of him
just how fucking long was he thinking “i failed you i am a failure i am a failure in every way that matters” every time he looked at dean
i wish there were words in the english language to articulate how i feel…
life doesn't turn out the way you thought when you were fourteen years old. we were never gonna be normal. we were never gonna get away.
And it’s too late now to put out the fire,
Tables turned, and I’m the one who’s burning now
it’s finale day
i don’t wanna do this
i’m not ready i will never be ready…..
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