Deep inside, you want them back. You want them to be the friend you once knew. They are in there somewhere, the old friend you once had. You want them to be your close friend again because you miss them. You miss the amazing times you guys had and it’d make you so happy if you could create new memories with the same old friend you had many years ago. You know that’d never happen though. They are just a distant memory.
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I don’t like sharing about my personal feelings. I feel like they don’t need to know about it since there’s no point. So what if I tell them about the problems i’m facing, it isn’t going to make a difference. All they can do is give me advice I most likely know about already, so might as well just keep everything to myself.
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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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