girls: i hate how guys only like skinny girls ugh that's such a double standard i hate the pressure to be skinny
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are you going to the beatles: the lost concert" movie when it comes out next month?
AnonymousI don’t know. The Beatles are great and all but I’m not a die hard fan of them. If I can find somebody to go with though then I’ll go
All I want right now is a girl to spend my summer nights with. To hold my hand while we walk home in the beautiful pitch black of the night, so that the only thing I can see is the amazing glow of her extraordinary personality glowing. To love me as I love her. To laugh at the dirty jokes together and find ourselves saying “That’s what she said!” At the exact same time. To be the reason I have to tell my mom every morning that I barely got any sleep the night before. To have endless conversations with that only end with a dead battery or someone blacking out from exhaustion. To watch all those sappy movies while a thunderstorm rages outside, cuddled up underneath a blanket with. To make huge pillow forts with. I just need a girl to spend time with……………. oh and good grades. That’s good too.
One of the saddest photos I’ve saved in my computer.
No fucking way.
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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
oh my god
OMG I’M CRYING!
he had no idea what was about to happen…
Every day now, I feel an emptiness inside. Of course none of my friends can see it and none of them know it, but I feel such a tremendous emptiness and loneliness now. I’m in such serious need of a someone to care for, just someone to call my own. I feel like fucking crying now because I gave up on the perfect girl for me. She was such a beautiful girl and I swear we could talk forever about anything and just about everything, and she’s one of the only girls I have ever met that shares my sense of humor. And she’s so pretty too. She’s even short like me, making her the perfect size for me. And here I am just realizing it. Her fucking friends. Carly, Stella, and Lily. They fucked it up. They fucking tore it to shreds. They all were telling her different things, “OH he’s going to ask you out tomorrow!” BULLSHIT “OH he doesn’t care about you, he’s just using you!” BULLSHIT “OH he just wants you for sex, that’s all!” BULLSHIT. They’re the ones who fucked it up. If they weren’t a part of the equation, things would be totally different right about now. She had so many different expectations of me in her head that were built up as a result of her friends telling her so many different things and so many different lies. When all of them were false, and lead to her disappointment every single time, and ultimately her giving up on me, getting that same bullshitty friend that fucked things up for us to text me and tell me “She just wants to be friends.” They never knew truly how much I cared about her and her happiness. I just wanted her to be happy, and I wanted the reason for her happiness to be me. They didn’t know how good of a boyfriend I would be to her. Honestly I didn’t even want to have sex with her! Of course she’s got a great body and absolutely beautiful face, but I feel like it would totally take away from our relationship, and honestly, I value love more than I do sex. I just wish me and her could start over.
I miss you so much.
I miss how we used to talk every night and about anything. I miss thinking about how much we have in common and how we would make the perfect couple. I miss looking at your face and into your eyes and saying in my head “she’s perfect.” I miss thinking about how beautiful you are. I miss your witty remarks and your amazing sense of humor. I miss how you would beg for me to sit with you at lunch everyday and how cute your face was when you saw me walking towards you. I miss telling you all about my day and whatever kind of stories that pop into my head. I miss having to look down to talk to you because of how short and cute you are. I miss thinking about you everyday. And now I’m torn between a decision. Come running back to your perfection and risk a broken heart, or date some pretty girl from Ashley and risk embarrassment?
Suicide.
Today, in one of my classes, we talked about suicide. Our teacher, Master Sergeant Beatty (Marine Corps), told the class “If you’ve ever thought about committing suicide in your life, raise your hand.” To my surprise, only about 3 or 4 people in the 30 person class didn’t raise their hand (including me). Honestly, this came as a huge shock to me. I wanted to get up and hug every single one of them and comfort them or something. Our teacher went on to tell us that if we ever need to talk to someone, say something to someone, or if you’re ever contemplating suicide, then you need to call him. He said that in his class back in Maryland, he had a couple students who called him right before they were about to commit suicide, and they lived to tell the story. Later on, a Corporal in the Marine Corps started talking to us about his experiences with suicide. This guy is the happiest, coolest guy that I’ve ever known, and I wasn’t expecting him to say that he tried to commit suicide 3 years ago. He told us that he had just been promoted to Lance Corporal, and he was going through a tough time in his love life. So he drank a whole bottle of prescription pills, tied a belt around his neck, and jumped out the second story window while slitting his wrist. Just as he did this, his fellow Marines burst through the door screaming “NOOOO!!”, jumped out the window to catch him, made him throw up all the pills he took, and ultimately saved his life. This got me thinking about a couple things. 1. Marines are amazing. They’re truly just amazing warriors, people, friends, etc. 2. How could someone ever bring themselves do making a decision on whether to live, or induce your own death? There is always a future, and you are always in control of your life. Besides, it’s YOUR life! Don’t live for other people, live for yourself. Do what you want to do, love who you want to love, and never look back. The past isn’t a part of the present, though it may influence it. The past is unchangable, but what you do today is totally up to you and may influence your future.
