My Grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, ‘If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately.’. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me- ‘Don’t ever smoke. Please don’t put your family through what your Grandfather put us through.” I agreed. At 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your post gave me cancer anyway.
Cuando tenía cuatro años, mi padre compró una Xbox, ya sabéis, la primera, ese ladrillo de 2001. Nos lo pasamos muy muy muy bien jugando juntos a todo tipo de juegos… Hasta que murió, cuando tenía seis años.
Durante años, no pude tocar la consola. Había demasiados recuerdos felices asociados a…
you know when u hate someone so much u start imagining their face in the sky?
because they beat u at a card game?
seto kaiba knows
"Remember who you are, Kaiba…"