this is herb
my roommate and I met him by accident at a local thrift store in the late fall and we’ve been friends ever since. we all go to lunch at once a week, and he always has the best stories. he’s an incredible person; he’s ninety-four and is extremely open-minded and cheerful and full of life and even still travels freely on his own. “don’t tell anyone, but for my ninety-fifth birthday I’m going to canada!”
this post means so much to me and i have no idea why
usually being so old scares me but now I feel different about it
♕ Well, you split your soul, you see, and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if one’s body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But, of course, existence in such a form…few would want it, very few. Death would be preferable.
"When I would come home from the long day at work, y’know, in Vancouver to an empty apartment, one of the things I do to kind of unwind and relax is I just sit on the couch and pluck my guitar."
Castiel’s Character Development
LOOK AT MY BABY GROWING UP AND FALLING DOWN