Welcome to the fiery pits of hell!
"and Dean wrapped that laugh around his finger like a lace ribbon. Songs about love he hadn’t cared about before, but now, he wouldn’t have said anything but that. He wanted another smile, he wanted another dreamy look in Cas’ eyes, so he’d sang along. He had wanted him to fall more in love, because nothing was going to hurt anymore if that happened. He had convinced himself, young, and stupid. This boy was going to make this world turn and stars would fall like rain."
So, you see this shit here? This is what I call a really fucking excellent stress reliever and coping mechanism. Feeling anxious? Buy a fucking coloring book, dude. These geometric shapes are so fucking relaxing to color. I get them at craft stores, they usually have a section hidden off in a corner somewhere.
Sorry about the horrible quality of pictures, it’s 2am and I only have my phone.
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