“Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at the grocery store and gave me a hug. When I tensed up, she realized I didn’t recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said, “On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center.”
This is worth a reblog.
I don’t care who you are or what kind of blog you have. This should always be reblogged.
oh my god
this is great
his dad is a god.
difficult childhood decisions.
me when my mom says we’re getting mcdonalds
Jesus Christ what is happening
we’re going to mcdonalds
what is life .
wtf is this
My body cries and my heart starts to palpitate at the thought that some things are lost forever. You cannot recreate the past when the foundations of that moment have long crumbled and become the dust storms of memories that ball up in your throat, make you choke on your words, and cause floods from your eyes. My teeth are like prison bars, holding my tongue from exploiting the naked truth that are scattered across my conscience.
Yes, distance keeps me ignorant and ignorance may be bliss but I don’t feel very blissful when my eyelids get heavy and my dreams just make reality a disappointment.
I wish something would change.
My body cries for change.
My heart beats for change.
My soul screams for change.
Change, and love, and truth.
I try to keep the peace & play it off like I don’t care :
When I’d honestly love to just :
I wonder what it feels like to have a guy actually care about you and want to be with you