Let there be SUMMER.

I am nothing.

I am depressed and sad. I feel like everything is falling apart. I don’t have a lot of friends now and I’m pretty sad a lot. I feel lazy and tired every day and lack motivation. I need to FOCUS and get my head out of the clouds, cuz right now, life is kickin my butt.

I can’t be perfect, but i sure as heaven can try…

September 11

s-afesex:

f0r3veer-y0unngg:

californianbeaches:

vodkacupcak3s:

a-ustiin:

crys-talized:

lablackmamba24:

autumnbones:

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.

Damn.

soft grunge

^^^^Honestly, I have no idea why you think it’s okay to self promote on this picture you twat

This is so perfect, omg

crying

this is beautiful i can’t even

forever reblog

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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

lulz-time:

This is an awesome blog for you to follow, click here to do it OH YEAH

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my-teen-quote:

Reblog this to pay your respects to everyone that died in 9/11

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September 5

me: this book brutally ripped out my heart and tore it to shreds then stomped it into the ground as i drowned in a sea of my tears and basked in eternal sorrow
me: here read it

September 3

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kylesbogusjourney:

A christian and an atheist walk into a bar. They procede to have a few drinks and enjoy each other’s company because they’re not pretentious assholes.

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May be my birthday dress!!!

August 27

diablosita:
The Loneliest Whale in the World In 2004, The New York Times wrote an articleabout the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
“A cryptozoologist has suggested that the 52-Hertz whale could even be lonelier than we realize, a hybrid between two different species of whale, or the last survivor of an unidentified species, plying the oceans in a doomed search for another of its kind, singing its broken song.”

My heart just broke.

diablosita:

The Loneliest Whale in the World In 2004, The New York Times wrote an articleabout the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.

Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

“A cryptozoologist has suggested that the 52-Hertz whale could even be lonelier than we realize, a hybrid between two different species of whale, or the last survivor of an unidentified species, plying the oceans in a doomed search for another of its kind, singing its broken song.”

My heart just broke.

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