Let’s jump ahead to the moment of epiphany, in gold light, as the camera pans to where the action is, lakeside and backlit, and it all falls into frame, close enough to see the blue rings of my eyes as I say something ugly. I never liked that ending either. More love streaming out the wrong way, and I don’t want to be the kind that says the wrong way. But it doesn’t work, these erasures, this constant refolding of the pleats. There were some nice parts, sure, all lemondrop and mellonball, laughing in silk pajamas and the grains of sugar on the toast, love love or whatever, take a number. I’m sorry it’s such a lousy story. Dear Forgiveness, you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things I want to ask you.
Requested by anon: Team Free Will, Be Calm
[ 1/3 ] Sam » Can’t you see, I’m losing my mind this time?
We’re in Purgatory? How do we get out?
I’m afraid we’re much more likely to be ripped to shreds.
I love how Jared was trying to put it all on Sam and Jensen was like “no you little shit you did”.
