One of the saddest photos I’ve saved in my computer.
No fucking way.
…
oh my god
holy…
Mother of God.
oh my holy god.
oh my god :(…………
omg
oh god.
they obviously didn’t die if the picture was uploaded to the computer… but its still sad!
^ the camera with this picture on was found in the the rubble after the attack.
reblogging every time.
omfg.
omgg </3
this made me cry
oh.my.gosh! </3
Oh my god
Imagine the aftermath.
This is honestly one of the most intense photos i have seen from 9/11. So sad
This is sad to look at looking how calm he is and not knowing whats about to happenthis photo makes me feel so sick :(
fuck i bursted out into tears
Fuck. To prove this isn’t a photoshop job or anything, reblog and click the picture, then look at this picture again.
Wow
r.i.p;omg this is so sad
:c
mostly reblogged to see if it is real or not
We’re so self-important. So arrogant. Everybody’s going to save something now. Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save the snails. And the supreme arrogance? Save the planet! Are these people kidding? Save the planet? We don’t even know how to take care of ourselves; we haven’t learned how to care for one another. We’re gonna save the fuckin’ planet? … And, by the way, there’s nothing wrong with the planet in the first place. The planet is fine. The people are fucked! Compared with the people, the planet is doin’ great. It’s been here over four billion years … The planet isn’t goin’ anywhere, folks. We are! We’re goin’ away. Pack your shit, we’re goin’ away. And we won’t leave much of a trace. Thank God for that. Nothing left. Maybe a little Styrofoam. The planet will be here, and we’ll be gone. Another failed mutation; another closed-end biological mistake.
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| — | George Carlin (via thechocolatebrigade) |
She yearned to call him, but hated the sound of the phone ringing, ringing, knowing that he might be standing right there, not picking up, knowing it was her.
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| — | Paint it Black by Janet Fitch (via thechocolatebrigade) |
One thing people don’t realize about songwriting is the mystery of “the girl”. The “hers” and the “shes” in all my lyrics… there is more than one girl I’ve written about, but most of them are the same girl. That one girl inspired so many songs, she is so many pronouns, she makes so many words. Do I really need anyone else? No. Is it boring? Never. Can’t you tell she’s my everything?
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Brandon Flowers (via notjustaboutagirl) (via fuckyeahthekillers) (via heartbeatglide) (via lovethekillers) (via fuckyeahbflo, ellosweetheart) (via glamerousindierockandroll) (via angharadjosephine) OMG I teared up, he’s so lovely, I want a man like this <3 (via thegeniussexpoets) (via f-chiarelli) (via midnathshow) (via idontshineifyoudontshine) |
Please, for just one night, will you lay down next to me,
we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up?
or will I say Roll over and let me fuck you till you puke, Henry,
you owe me this much, you can indulge me this at least, can’t you?
we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up?
or will I say Roll over and let me fuck you till you puke, Henry,
you owe me this much, you can indulge me this at least, can’t you?
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| — | Richard Siken (via thechocolatebrigade) |
Love is tricky. Life is tricky. And as much as you take it personally, I think it’s always easiest to respect the other person, to have some compassion for the fact that, you know, sometimes people just don’t want to be your boo.
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| — | Sara Quin (via fuckyeahsaraquin) |
Believe me, I would love to be one of those people who’s all, “we loved, thank you, you enriched my life, now go, prosper,” but I’m much more “we didn’t work out, you need to not exist.
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| — | Miranda Hobbes (via cof-fiend) |
The original person was two halves, one male, one female. Then these got separated. That`s why everybody`s always searching for their other half.
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| — | Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (via thechocolatebrigade) |
