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AverageSparrow

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Two brothers Sean and Daniel Diaz, 16 and 9, are forced to run away from home after a tragic incident in Seattle. In fear of the police, Sean & Daniel head to Mexico while attempting to conceal a sudden and mysterious supernatural power. Life on the road is tough and now totally responsible for his much younger brother, Sean begins to realize that his decisions will impact their lives forever…
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english: the word “goodbye” evolved from the old saying “god be with ye”
spansih: “adiós” comes from “with god” too
french & german: “au revoir” and “auf wiedersehen” mean “on seeing you again”
welsh: um yeah “hwyl fawr” literally just means “big fun” lmao
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WARNING: FEELS!!!

Mickey and Minnie speak to deaf child using sign language.

I’m learning sign language so I understand this! They said “Nice to meet you” and then Minnie said “You know I love you” Ahhh I live for these kind of moments!

bitch i’m crying

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When he leaned in for a hug😭

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*Magic Brian voice* I’m so proud of zem!!!

Decided to put all the very good adventure boys together. :,,,,,,) I had to squeeze these out before the finale. I’m not ready for the Balance arc to end—it’s been a very rocky year and a half for me, but the show has been such a fun and safe mindspace to been in, and listening to it definitely made things easier to cope with. But the boys do deserve a happy ending, so I’ll just hang onto that for now.

IT’S NOT LIKE NIKOLA TESLA KNEW ALL OF THOSE PEOPLE WERE GOING TO DIE

Everyone wants to write about god

but no one wants to imagine their god

as the finger trembling inside a grenade

pin’s ring or the red vine of blood coughed into a child’s palm

while they cradle the head of a dying parent.

Few things are more dangerous than a man

who is capable of dividing himself into several men,

each of them with a unique river of desire

on their tongues. It is also magic to pray for a daughter

and find yourself with an endless march of boys

who all have the smile of a motherfucker who wronged you

and never apologized. No one wants to imagine their god

as the knuckles cracking on a father watching their son

picking a good switch from the tree and certainly

no one wants to imagine their god as the tree.

Enough with the foolishness of hope and how it bruises

the walls of a home where two people sit, stubbornly in love

with the idea of staying. If one must pray, I imagine

it is most worthwhile to pray towards endings.

The only difference between sunsets and funerals

is whether or not a town mistakes the howls

of a crying woman for madness.

NIF ABDURRAQIB