SKzoval nehogy nekik mondd el eloszor, barmi toretnik.islanyom ha nincs egy olyan ferjed aki ezt nem erti mrg h milyen ember vagy, mint az enyem, akkor akarmit mondanak mindegy, hulyenek fognak nezni.
held my angel close to my heart many days. preparing for the worst. the worst came on a day where the sun was shining. held her in my arms as she left this earth. cried for two days straight before I went numb. couldnt think. couldn't function.
So it couldn’t have been my fault, or I would have cancer too. I keep reading stories of people saying their oncology teams told them their tumors developed in much less time, and it’s killing me. How couldn’t I know. He deserves to be here.
Around him lie his friends, they too cocooned in metal. Waiting. Eyes Red and Gold and Gray and Obsidian. Wolfheads mark their pauldrons. Tattoos their necks and arms. Wild empire breakers from Mars and Luna and Earth.
MYaybe it’s a love story, except it doesn’t behave quite like a romance.Tou already wrote the book.
There’s a particular kind of writer we’d like to meet.
HE BOOK YOU KEEP EXPLAINING AWAY