it’s memorial day. we’re chowing down on burgers. i am with my family. the sun is beaming. my dad is playing the 80s station. i am content.
suddenly the opening chorus of “carry on my wayward son” plays. for one moment i am thrown back into a black pit of plaid hell and cheap one-liners. for one terrible second i look into the middle distance and think to myself, “the road so far.”
i will never fucking recover from being a supernatural fan. it is a blight upon my very existence. it has been five goddamn years since i gave up on that hell show. when will eric kripke set my soul free. when will i at last know peace
(Source: rucchi)
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