1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.
2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.
3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.
4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.
5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.
Dean: where the hell are we
Sam: I don't know man but it's weird...I'm gonna go check it out
Dean: ok good 'cause while we're here Im gonna need a drink
Sam: *leaves Dean alone at bar*
Dean: *takes a swig of beer*
Dean: ...maybe I should try calling Ca-
Dean: ITS A QUARTER AFTER ONE IM ALL ALONE AND I NEED YOU NOWW
Dean: what the hell?!- I SAID I WOULDNT CALL BUT IVE- what? no wait- LOST ALL CONTROL AND I NEED YOU NOWWWW- Cas!!-
Cas: *poofs into room* Dean, what is it?
Dean: Cas i- WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE ISS *clamps hand over mouth*
Dean: I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME
Cas: Dean? I don't understand.. *steps closer and reaches out to touch shoulder*
Cas: what's going on-- *freezes on contact, eyes wide*
Dean: Cas what's wron-
Cas: *forcefully grabs Dean's collar and pulls him close*
Dean: Cas what the-!
Cas: I GOT CHILLS THEYRE MULTIPLYING
Dean: -SAM HELP!
I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
We knew each other in a way we no longer were and never would be again. Being a stranger is hard, but being a stranger when you’re so impossibly close is unbearable.
The saddest thing about getting older isn’t the wrinkles - it’s discovering that people continue to be small minded, petty, fight, argue, and moan and that grown-ups aren’t going to save the world after all.