I mean, even now I occasionally feel sad when I think about people I might not see with any kind of regularity after we part ways. It doesn't happen often but it still happens. And I've only lived about two decades! Extrapolate if I lived centuries. /(⊙Д⊙)\
These are truly issues that keep me up at night. ╮(╯ヮ ╰)╭
I was in a large indoor multipurpose gym room practicing wushu. Or I would have been if I had my shoes.
|Standard issue wushu footwear.|
F-boy proceeded to tell me how the food court sold really good hot dogs and also reasonably priced gasoline.
|In real life, I wouldn't trust any hot dogs sold at a place that sold gasoline.|
From the outside we watched as the towering structure came down in sheets and shards. It was actually quite beautiful. Only after gravity had finished its work did we realize C2 hadn't made it out. We thought it fitting to create a large glass statue of him, made out of the very building that had struck him down.