Cosmic Funnies

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Game Changer & Make Some Noise

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Doug Jones

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Keni
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@nikitasdaily
“Who am I gonna lose next? You? I’m so tired. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.” “What do you want?” “I want to stop.” “I don’t think you can. You have to help people. You have to stand up for those people who can’t fight for themselves because, Nikita, it’s the right thing to do. Division gave you a gift. When they gave you the ability to kill, they also gave you the ability to protect. You taught me that.”
You know that I’m with you, no matter what. You want to invade the moon, and I will find the next rocket ship.
[…] Before Division, there was a woman at a halfway house. “This is a safe place,” she used to say. And I remember, hearing that meant so much to me. And then, one day, she left town. No goodbye. No nothing. I fell to pieces. Off the wagon and landed in prison. All I remember thinking was that she never came to visit me on death row, not once. And I remember feeling like I would never forgive her for that. And I thought there has to be a reason why she did what she did. And whatever that reason was, I think it was supposed to help me.
Division’s always been illegal, like its agents. Percy and Amanda would never admit that because we were the elite. We were the best of the best. The truth is, we were flawed. We made mistakes. We were human.
I’m like the nerd, right?
The more you try to do this, the more you hurt yourself.
I’m sorry, what did you want to say?
But I swear to God, if you don’t get up right now, I will kill you.
It wasn’t hard to answer the question what kind of 14 year old Ukrainian girl purchases a forged identity? Someone who was brought here against her will, on a boat, with many and the girls just like her.
I’m saying I understand. More than you know. Before Division, there was a woman at a halfway house. “This is a safe place,” she used to say. And I remember, hearing that meant so much to me. And then, one day, she left town. No goodbye. No nothing. I fell to pieces. Off the wagon and landed in prison. All I remember thinking was that she never came to visit me on death row, not once. And I remember feeling like I would never forgive her for that. And I thought there has to be a reason why she did what she did. And whatever that reason was, I think it was supposed to help me.
Can I ask do you post in old tumblr dimensions or the newer dimensions? and do you reblog both or just one?
i post in the old dimensions but i reblog both!