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ILovethePackers :

dally raised the gun, and I thought: You blasted fool. They don't know you're only bluffing. And even as the policemen's guns spit fire into the night I knew that was what Dally wanted. He was jerked half around by the impact of the bullets, then slowly crumpled with a look of grim triumph on his face. He was dead before he hit the ground. But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of shots, even as I begged silently-- Please, not him... not him and Johnny both --I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted. Nobody would write editorials praising Dally. Two friends of mine had died that night: one a hero, the other a hoodlum. But I remembered Dally pulling Johnny through the window of the burning church; Dally giving us his gun, although it could mean jail for him; Dally risking his life for us, trying to keep Johnny out of trouble. And now he was a dead juvenile delinquent and there wouldn't be any editorials in his favor. Dally didn't die a hero. He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he would someday.

alishka :

не знаю, но в последнее время я просто привязался к таким видео, очень сильно, меня это очень успокаивает, и я парой даже сам маленько так делаю... просыпаюсь где-то в 5 часов утра и просто смотрю на рассвет пока все спят, а ночью когда все ложаться, продолжаю бордсвовать и смотреть на полнолуние, это так успокаивает, и ты парой можешь просто побыть своими мыслями, это очень успокаивает мозг и в то бущуюшие в нем мысли. Так вот вам мой совет... Уединение в одиночестве, это не просто комфорт, а спокойствие умиротворение, и еще... хотел бы пожелать читателю удачи и хорошего настроения, спасибо тебе если ты прочитал(ла) мой коментарий, это многое значит для меня, удачи тебе читатель...

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real

Leo Messi :

Very beautiful

Eswa :

so beautiful

Yoli :

alone

NotDark :

First!

.jave :

fr

🍂 :

I love this

poetb :

dally raised the gun, and I thought: You blasted fool. They don't know you're only bluffing. And even as the policemen's guns spit fire into the night I knew that was what Dally wanted. He was jerked half around by the impact of the bullets, then slowly crumpled with a look of grim triumph on his face. He was dead before he hit the ground. But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of shots, even as I begged silently-- Please, not him... not him and Johnny both --I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted. Nobody would write editorials praising Dally. Two friends of mine had died that night: one a hero, the other a hoodlum. But I remembered Dally pulling Johnny through the window of the burning church; Dally giving us his gun, although it could mean jail for him; Dally risking his life for us, trying to keep Johnny out of trouble. And now he was a dead juvenile delinquent and there wouldn't be any editorials in his favor. Dally didn't die a hero. He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he would someday."

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suffering from misanthropy :

real

451°poforengejty :

real

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Real

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real

You and Me🕊️ :

alone

𝙽𝚘⩜⃝’𖣂 :

real

𝙽𝚘⩜⃝’𖣂 :

Real

✦ 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡 ✦ :

Реал

𝟅𝟈 :

izdebiri :

M̶a̶x̶ 〰️ 🪬🍀 :

real

Ye Linn :

I LostMy Mom

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i like this side of tiktok...

Obsidian Fury :