By Matthias Utomo “I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.
The warrior comes to knowledge fully prepared to die, and thus circumvents all possible pitfalls. Being prepared for the worst, the warrior cannot be surprised, because he is not expecting to live.<< whispers *is this destiel*
Seems like it's just a guy watching meteors right? NOT IF YOU'RE IN THE SUPERNATURAL FANDOM. His scene made me so sad, and now. Will never be able to look at meteor showers the same way. Or shooting stars. Or just stars. Or the sky!