giorno who has come so far in his life, giorno who is an abuse survivor and an abandoned child, giorno who is fighting every day just to keep his head up and held high and his heart beating in his chest, giorno who clenches his fists at the thought of his mother at the mention of any mother, giorno who cannot and will not and will never stand down, giorno who feels like his chest will rot from the inside out if he doesn’t achieve his dream and doesn’t keep moving forward, giorno who would rather his heart stop than give up, giorno who will never give in to anything short of his ideal, giorno who grits his teeth at the sight of happy families, giorno whose stomach sinks when he hears of another child using drugs or being beaten or being abused, giorno who will do anything to stop it, giorno who cannot give up on the picture of his father, giorno who holds dio as an ideal more than a person, giorno who has made up his ideal father from the moment his step father struck him for the first time, giorno who would never be able to give up that standard set for himself, inherent in himself, that he lives up to subconsciously with or without dio’s influence, giorno who had golden experience within him all along, giorno who will never be seen as a true joestar, giorno who will never need to be seen as a true joestar, giorno who will never need his family because he never knew one to begin with, giorno who saw light in his dark and silent and painful world and kept living and dreaming and growing, giorno who overcame all of that to achieve exactly what he wanted, giorno who absolutely will never give up on himself or anyone else that deserves it, giorno who laughs and cries and lives and loves despite never being given a chance, giorno who overcame and gave life to his experiences and made them into something he could be proud of, giorno who never once looked back
have you ever considered that if kakyoin survived DIO’s attack he would have most likely been wheelchair-bound? bc i mean. that fucked his spine up. pretty good.
and then consider
Part 5 Kakyoin and Polnareff having races down hills for they have no fear
Please, reblog this in case you have followers in the area of Barcelona. A van has crashed in Las Ramblas (the most crowded place in Barcelona). It could be a terrorist act.
Please reblog this recommendations of the Mossos d’Escuadra (our police) in Catalan and Spanish in case they don’t know a lot of English so they can know exactly and clearly what to do.
A tothom que es trobi a Barcelona en aquests moments. Aquestes són les recomanacions que els Mossos d’Escuadra han donat després de l’atropellament massiu de fa uns minuts a La Rambla.
- Eviteu la zona de les Rambles per tal de no obstaculitzar les tasques dels serveis d’emergències.
- Eviteu els focus més grans de multituds i els llocs més turístics (Sagrada Família, Estació de Sants i voltants, i la zona de la Barceloneta principalment).
- No difongueu ni vídeos ni fotos de l’operatiu dels Mossos.
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A todos aquellos se encuentran en Barcelona en estos momentos. Estas son las recomendaciones de los Mossos d’Escuadra tras el atropello masivo de hace unos minutos en La Rambla.
- Evitad la zona de les Rambles para no obstaculizar las tareas de los servicios de emergencias.
- Evitad los focos más grandes de multitudes y los lugares más turísticos (Sagrada Família, Estació de Sants i alrededores, y la zona de la Barceloneta principalmente).
- No difundid ni videos ni imagenes del operativo de los Mossos.
For those of you who are in Barcelona right now, here’s some advice given by the police (Mossos d’Escuadra) after a van ploughed into a crowd in Las Ramblas.
- Avoid the Las Ramblas area so you won’t disturb the emergency services.
- Avoid crowded areas and tourist attractions (mainly the Sagrada Família, the Estació de Sants and surrounding areas, and the Barceloneta area).
- Don’t spread videos or images of the police (Mossos).
He was walking up the slope of the road home, made of dirt and rock that dusted the hems of his white pants brown, all swept lightly with sand that blew in on the coastal breeze. Sweat gathered in his palms and slicked against the record sleeves tucked under his arm. The day was hot in the early afternoon.
Signor Tortano walked beside him. He stumbled now, less from his age and more from the weight of their discussion.
“I would like to thank you again, Buccellati. I hope you don’t think less of me for…this.”
Bruno shook his head and rested his free hand on Tortano’s elbow, steadying him as he had done countless times before. He couldn’t remember a time when Tortano wasn’t old, limping, and in need of help up the road.
“Please, Signor, it’s no trouble. I will do what I can.”
