#rip roberto

[moodysnowflake]

Sir, you got her mentor killed in front of her eyes.

Plus, she's got a gun now.

I wouldn't. Just. No. Just don't.

[milla-art-corner]

There will come a poet

Whose weapon is his word

He will slay you with his tongue

Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord

He will slay you with his tongue

Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord

[ask-steampunk-america]

In celebration of Hetalia’s newcoming season, blow something up, my good bombastic boi. 😌

// Here's to hoping Hetalia 2020 will be okay-

[ggukmiin]

u never know how much u miss someone till they are gone... 🥺

[claudiam1962]

It's been 50 years, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. He was so much more than just a ballplayer.

50 years after tragic plane crash, Roberto Clemente’s incredible legacy only continues to grow

As the 50th anniversary of Roberto Clemente’s death approaches, memories of the iconic right fielder burn bright as ever.

[ieatchild]

[coleshanzo]

sigh someone from my school died today. Knew him since 5th grade. What a shame

[squeezemetillipop]

Today has been a  day. I lost a good friend. And I just want to wish him peace to where ever his spirit and energy lies. I just want to wish peace to his family and closest friends. And I just want to wish my self peace. When you’re young. You don’t think about death. Your friends. Your classmates. Ya peers. We don’t think about death. We’re young as fuck. Full of life. Nothing can stop us. THEN BAM. We get hit so hard when one of us dies. And it was him. He was such a nice guy. WHEN I SAY NICE GUY. I MEAN IT. He was sweet. Funny. Made people laugh. And he was a great friend. He’d stand up for people. He was understanding.

This just reminds me about how we’re all fragile little things in the hands of time. We take time and space for granted. And we still will when the wound has scarred and isn’t fresh. But let’s just put away in our hearts. Tucked in our minds that our lives are precious. Each one of us and the connections we have are precious. Let’s hold on to each other. I don’t mean talking to everyone everyday and seeing each other everyday. Cause that’s not realistic. When I say that our lives are precious and we need to hold on to each other. I mean we need to always remember the good things. The laughs. The smiles. The crys. The hugs. The handshakes. the pat on the backs. Appreciate all those things. We’re fragile things in the hand of time and space. Let’s not wait for another one of us to break for us to remeber the precious things.