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After every game, my former teammates kept asking me why Kagami-kun could jump so high. Kise-kun wondered if there was a trick to it that he could copy. Midorima-kun thought it was special training. Akashi-kun asked which higher power we bribed to get the ability, and what pentagram we used to summon it. I won’t even repeat what Aomine-kun said, because it was too stupid, even compared to Akashi-kun. The truth is, Kagami-kun gets a huge elevation bonus from his moral high ground, an advantage the Generation of Miracles will never, ever have.

Kuroko Tetsuya (via incorrectknb)

Hard Times, Charles Dickens

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“mother says there are locked rooms inside us. sometimes, the men – they come with keys, and sometimes, the men – they come with hammers.”

They’re lyrics that I love the most from within our tracks. They’re words that I want to say to us, who were only competing since our school days - it’s our (lives) anyways. Everyone, have strength -SUGA- 

(trans cr @bts-trans)

Great heroes need great sorrows and great burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It’s all part of the fairy tale.

Peter S. Beagle (via thewritersguardianangel)

þ!

A feature of English which I think is stupid,

If we’re carrying on with this game,

Is how we abolished the thorn and replaced it,

With two letters that meant the same.

The þ was a letter, amazing, astounding,

Perfect in every respect,

Representing the ‘th’ sound and shortening words,

The one thing it didn’t expect;

One day T and H went and burgled its meaning,

And then, thanks to the printing press,

Its symbol mutated and morphed into Y,

Which is pointless, I must confess.

Þoughtlessly, the þ was forgotten,

Þreatened as the language evolved,

Þankful for þose who knew of old English,

A topic where it was involved.

It only survived in Modern Icelandic,

In English it’s treated with scorn,

And as barely anyone knows it exists,

Please try to remember the thorn.

We each pray that the other will wake to better days, and then, without looking back, we go our separate ways.

Grazia Curcuru (via prosebyday)

In case nobody’s told you today, you’re worthy. You’re valid. I’m glad you exist