So I decided to reread Twist and Shout, God knows why but here I am, and I got to the part where Dean and Cas are at Cas’s place eating the spaghetti. Then Dean saw the drawing of the lungs and then he asked what a pulmonary edema is and Cas answer that’s it’s fluid inside the lungs.
FLUID INSIDE THE LUNGS
I didn’t even notice this the first time because I was too busy sobbing my heart out
So the other day in my 5th period class I was listening to music and my friend started talking about milk because he knows it annoys me now and then Cant Help Falling In Love came on pandora and at the same moment Misha tweeted. Today, when I was getting dressed, a dime fell out of my pocket and I almost started crying when I realised the date on it was 1981 and that my jeans were made in Vietnam, I dont know if the universe is out to get me or if Twist and Shout has completely ruined my life.
I’d like to thank violetverdeau for sending me the link to Twist and Shout and turning me into a huge ball of tears! It was so beautiful and sad. I had to read some fluff to calm myself down. Kudos to the writer. It’s a great read.
(Another text post today, yay) I was ranting to my friend about T&S and she said she has to read it now. She is on chapter 4 and she messaged me saying how cute it is. I am so scared for her, I tried to warn her. She says nothing will stop her from listening to Elvis.
So I feel like a terrible person, I just realized I cried harder when Cas died in T&S then when my own grandfather died. I care more about fictional characters then I do real people. Do I need some kind of therapy for this?
I was sincerely considering rereading Twist and Shout over the summer
until I remembered that last time I read that shit I cried so hard I literally could not breathe and tears filled my eyes to the point that I had to take breaks and start reading in smaller increments because I could not see through the tears and it took a good 5 minutes before my eyes were clear enough to continue. not to mention I found out how it felt to have my heart directly ripped out of my chest with the force of 78 wild gorillas and my insides were jelly by the time I finished reading it at 5 in the morning on a school night and I fell on my bed praying for death because I could not physically move or get the strength to do anything except lay there and reteach myself how to breathe properly and function like a normal human being