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.
this is an important reminder that ur legs are cute
even the top of ur inner thigh where there are stretch marks, where ur thighs meet. cute
also the scars that might riddle ur lil leggies. theyre cute
and the backs of ur thighs that have cellulite or freckles or tan lines, its all cute
u are in possession of a very cute pair of legs
why am i crying
"Born in Denmark 1978. I write and direct television shows for kids. I have a set of twins and not much time for anything. But when i have time i draw monster drawings on post-it notes… it is a little window into a different world, made on office supplies."
I want to reblog this everywhere, all over the place, immediately.
what im saying is that bisexuals, pansexual, and asexuals should all join together so we can be in the fictitious trifecta. enough people will say we’re not real and we’ll all converge together in a massive, fierce mass only spoken of in myth. dont come near us or you too will cease to exist