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Darabokra törsz, érted? Millió apró szilánkos darabra... Kíváncsi vagyok, mi lesz, ha megvágod magad velük...
Miért? Miért nem vagy képes csupán hozzám vágni azt a két szót? Lehetőséged volt rá, nem mondhatod, hogy nem. Én nem várom el, hogy megjegyezd, mert tudom, hogy nem fogod... De ott volt a facebook-értesítő, és az orrod előtt köszöntöttek föl... Tényleg képtelen vagy ennyit hozzámvágni? Semmibe nem telt volna neked, nekem viszont most megszakad a szívem, rettenetesen fáj, és sírok... Milyen szép szülinap...
STOP SRIP IM CRYING AROP STOOROKFOS EYUUEUSJAJHHJ EJJJJ
Oh, save your life / Because you’ve only got one
Also this kind of implies chosen never stopped thinking about darks death bc he remembered it perfectly clear. SO. do with that information what you will 
I haven’t had a good long cry in a while and it’s annoying me. I need a fictional thing to lose my heart to.
YOU TOOK THEIR HORNS AND EARS…
BLOOD WARNING
Also theres a atomically semi-correct heart idk if i should add that in the warning or not🙏
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Yang and Blake are my babies
My angsty head-canon is that Blake still, even after volume 6, and after getting rid of Adam, continued to blame herself for what happened to Yang. To the point where, whenever they aren't busy saving Remnant and have time to themselves, Yang goes out to train, Blake follows after her. She lays down in an area where she can watch Yang; hear her sounds, the laughs she lets out when she, idk, uses brute force to cut down a tree! Her blonde her tied up for those few seconds. Red eyes glowing. Blakes' book would be forgotten, until Yang turns around to look at her, eyebrow raised; childish grin on her face. Blake's eyes drift down, her ears twitch.
She wouldn't look back up at her, but she would remember the moment they met. Yang asking her name, introducing herself, giving her hand out to shake. She would remember how she tried to ignore her, how dismissive she was, and how warm her hand felt. Blake would look up, staring at Yang, her hands, the way she moves with no hesitation, the sound of her punches. While her ears press against her head, she would stare, feeling guilty, knowing that Yang didn't blame her.
But each time she watched her train, she would think of the day she willingly refused to grasp her hand in her own. How she lost a single happy memory with her. I imagine when it gets that bad, Blake would walk over to Yang -- whose adrenaline at that point is through the roof, chest heaving, covered in sweat, hair flowing down her back in a nest of tangles. Saying nothing, Blake would stand in front of her, till Yang, smiles with complete joy, dragging Blake closer to her by her waist, pressing her hand against her dark hair. Breathing against her hair, while her heart and breathing rate calms down. While Blake wastes no time, hugging her back, promising to never let go of her.
I love You.
Metiora...
I feel ugly seeing you cry. it's too much for me
Save Me Kale.
A part of my fanfic :3
Ok whatever
omg this is literally me
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Did anyone else cry during Infinity Wars?
In Estoril in 1993, when Ayrton learned of Alain's decision to retiring, he went to you for confirmation…
– Yes. But above all I see him the following Monday in Estoril in Cintra at one of his friends. And then he asks me: “Is it true? Alain will retire?" He doesn’t say: “The other one” or “The Frenchman” He says “Alain” “How are people reacting In France? He can’t stop like this, not now.” He was a little disoriented, he knew he was losing his bearings. I remember retorting to him: “Wait a minute, Alain has had a great career, he's stopping, it's normal. And you have Schumacher coming.” Then, he looks at me and makes a sign at shoulder height: “You don't understand, Alain and I are here, Schumacher, he is here!” And he lowers his hand fifty centimeters! It's true that he was right at the time, Schumacher wasn't yet what he would later become, but for him, he wasn't a reference. On the other hand, what I've never understood, and neither has Alain, is that as soon as he arrived in F1, Senna took Prost as his absolute reference. He didn't care about beating anyone else, the reference for him was Prost.
– Lionel Froissart
Lionel Froissart (Journalist) was both Ayrton and Alain friend, this text was retired from his (excellent) book in French → L'Icône immolée
"My heart hurts, I feel lost without my pa"