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this photograph intrigues me so much! why isn’t this the most famous photo from 9/11 instead of the falling man? isn’t 2 people holding hands after jumping more significant than 1 man? it makes me wonder what the story is behind this photo, were they friends or lovers? or just strangers who were too scared to jump alone? it shows that people need a helping hand even in their final moments, i love it.

Fucking reblog today; tomorrow. Any day I see it on my dash. Beautiful. I for one think they were strangers. Sometimes it’s easier to care for a stranger, how else would they have found the courage to not only jump, but to look into someone’s eyes and jump. I don’t think I could have done that if I knew the person well.

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What ive come to realize about life is that its the same for everyone all around. Everyone’s born, and everyone’s a sinner. Each has made love and broken it too. Each has told a lie and gotten caught, then again, each has swooned their way around what was meant to be for them. So maybe, god has this ulterior motive behind every lesson he makes us learn. Not karma, more like a dirt path to something new, something exciting. And upon walking these dirt roads to god knows where, we come to conclusions about who we are in this world and whether or not god’s the one making decisions for us, or ourselves. We come to realize he wasn’t the one we told ourselves he was. We realize that trying hard enough doesn’t always work out. We even come to our senses once in a blue moon and realize we were wrong. But then weren’t we wrong all along? Is it the lessons we learn that lead us to these realizations, or is it fate making its marks? What i tell myself, is that i know i love you, but maybe god isn’t so sure. Does that mean we act upon it, or do we let fate play around with us?

When you run through my mind, i remember how easily i fell for you. I remember how effortlessly you made me laugh. Then, i draw a blank, and recall just how empty my mind felt when you walked away.