#keepyourpromises

[thesovietgerman]

Rules for Life

1. Respect other people. 2. Help people and animals if you have the opportunity (nobody knows what will happen tomorrow). 3. If you are sure that a person is bad, then help at your own discretion. 4. Try to never lie. 5. Always keep your promises. 6. Be stress-resistant (emotions will not help solve the problem, you need to act). 7. Never give up (the whole world cannot be against you, there will always be someone who will support your ideas). 8. Admit that not everything depends on us, but persistence can increase the likelihood of success. 9. Make communism great again.

Success is influenced by luck, desire, etc. Someone needs more time to achieve something.

[byfaithmedia]

God always keeps His promises ☀️

[pxperhearts]

@keepyourpromises;

Yuna was definitely staring at Tifa's muscles. She hadn't meant to, but she was standing there and Yuna couldn't help herself. When their eyes locked, her face flushed a brilliant crimson. "Oh, um, I- I was just...thinking."

[strutterstuff-blog]

Guys... Just in case!!! Give 100%, and maybe a little extra. Follow through is everything! #GiveALittleMore #PositiveThinking #MotivationalWords #BeGoodHumans #DoYourBest #KeepYourPromises #FollowThrough #KnowYourWorth

[unrepentant-thinner]

[pxperhearts]

@keepyourpromises​ asked: “ Is this all I’m good for? ”

All morning, Cid had been asking Tifa to fetch him different tools around his workshop. If his hand wasn’t out to receive it in time, she had taken to throwing them beneath the belly of the plane where he laid, elbow deep in grease and fixated on his current problem. He didn’t mind this method of delivery, figuring it was just easier, but Cid also had the emotional range of a soap dish. It wasn’t until one hit his leg and she snapped the question that he realized maybe something was wrong.

Sliding out, Cid met Tifa’s steely gaze and wondered what exactly had made her mad.

“Uh... No. You’re pretty good at a lot of things.” 

[pxperhearts]

Kill me >:3 -keepyourpromises

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Phoenix writhed and screeched in Ifrit’s massive hands, its whole body burning from the fire god’s touch. Beneath its clawed hands, the god bird was already bleeding, its wings damaged beyond repair and blood matting its feathers. It screeched out of agony, wings beating haphazardly, feathers curling into dust. At the same time, smoke rose from Ifrit’s face, its features contorted in pain. This was the only way to heal its friend. 

[blacklistedlibrary]

From the moment of your first breath, you are dying. This is not morbidity. This is mathematics. Every second that passes is a second you will never recover, never relive, never get back.

And yet we spend our finite existence negotiating with time, as though we have infinite supply.