(Source: bogdevils, via honeybearbee)
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I JUST SAT UP REALLY SUDDENLY AND MADE A COMPLETELY INEXCUSABLE NOISE. IS THIS REAL
I’M NOT READY
(via i-challenge-my-fate)
fuck yeah, giant robot time
During the Economic War, Anatolia’s Mercenary piloted White Glint, a middleweight, all white NEXT that beared his former friends, Joshua O’Brien’s emblem and name. Compared to O’Brien’s NEXT, White Glint received a complete overhaul in terms of design. Designed by Abe Marsh, White Glint’s parts are completely custom to Line Ark. It bears resemblance to SALAUX/SOLUH, with a myriad of boosters which extended and opened during Over Boost, with the head also sinking inside the core. The design also featured deployable Assault Armour.
It is armed with 051ANNR in one hand and BFF’s 063ANAR on the other. It dual wields highly effective scatter missiles on its back. Quite possibly the only downside of this design is that the way the shoulders of the arms were built prevents one from attaching Shoulder Weapons. Just like Joshua O’Brien’s White Glint, White Glint is extremely fast and beats its enemies with its superior speed.
Don’t be forgotten.
I get the feeling that tonight is going to be one of those nights.
You know? Those nights that you wish would never come. The ones that you tell yourself that “you’re too strong to put yourself through that again”, or “you’re a better, stronger person. You don’t need anyone else to make you happy”. But really, it’s just lies you tell yourself over and over so that you don’t have one of “these” nights.
It’s where you get so lonely for human company that you say, think, or do some of the most irrational things. Where you reach out to people in a hope for meaningful conversation, so that they can help you fill the void that someone has left behind.
I can poke and blame other people that I’ve reached out to for help, for company, for friendship and who have left me dry. And for a brief moment, I will.
Fuck you for forgetting about me. How dare you live your life happily, forgetting that I’m broken. That I came to you for help, and you offered me a glimmer of hope, then disappeared like a light rain in a parched desert. Doing nothing but leaving me to yearn for more, but to never receive anything else from you. I hate being forgotten. I never forgot about you. How dare you forget about me.
Don’t let yourself be forgotten. Do every thing in your power, to NOT have one of these nights. Because the void, which I’m sure most of you are familiar with, will swallow you whole. And it’ll leave you in the same state that you were yesterday, two months ago, or even two years ago, when that void was first created.
Don’t be forgotten.
