Lion Hearted

vintage-century:

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.

Here is what I found of this picture story :
“My parents were on the 97th floor of this attack on the second trade tower, and they were only one office away from each other. They made smart choice of jumping. But before they did, they called me. I was only 13 years old, and I didn’t know why they called but I was in school. We were at lunch, so I was allowed to answerd not realizing they were about to die. My mom answered and said, ” Hello baby, listen, to me I love y- and the line cut off. Two hours later I learned that they jumped, holding hands.” Saddest story ever. :’(

This gives me goosebumps…

So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.

Pablo Neruda (via hannahiamof)

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Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.

Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via larmoyante)

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