Quotes added on Wednesday, September 11 2013
♥ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otx0Bnru0dY ♥
Dont ask questions.
Just watch it.
♥♥♥
Dont ask questions.
Just watch it.
♥♥♥
September 11th, 2001, that date may not mean anything to a lot of
you. Especially y'all from the other side of the world. But
that day for me was the first time I saw my father weep. My dad of
26 years old, a day before his birthday wept for the men, women and
children who were murdered on that day. I was only about four years
old at the time. I didn't fully understand what was going on,
all I knew was my dad was sitting on the couch crying as he watched
something on the TV. I remember the sadness that washed over me as
I watched my dad break down, as I too look to the TV to see smoke
and fire, people screaming and blood.
About a year ago I, for whatever reason, decided to watch the news reports of 9/11, and to hear the calls being recorded on the planes as they crashed into the world trade center. It was horrific. I cried for hours, the ability to physically hear people screaming as they die, even if it's only for a few minutes before everything goes out, it still haunts you.
It saddens me because teenagers today have forgotten. Hell freshman don't even fully understand the pain that people felt that day. The freshmen in my Spanish class today ask if we're doing anything special tomorrow. As if it was a holiday or something to have school work lessened for. If they had witnessed their dads broken down to miserable sobs they probably wouldn't be acting like tomorrow is some special event. No tomorrow is a day of remembrance, for the lost, for the scarred, for the broken loved ones who can't give their beloveds hugs on Christmas or Thanksgiving.
Sure you could say it's also a check point for America, a symbol of the day America changed...but what justice is that for the dead? This is their day. Like Elijah day for my family, a day of commutative mourning and comfort, a day to let the scars show, a day to let them know. We. Will. NEVER. Forget.
About a year ago I, for whatever reason, decided to watch the news reports of 9/11, and to hear the calls being recorded on the planes as they crashed into the world trade center. It was horrific. I cried for hours, the ability to physically hear people screaming as they die, even if it's only for a few minutes before everything goes out, it still haunts you.
It saddens me because teenagers today have forgotten. Hell freshman don't even fully understand the pain that people felt that day. The freshmen in my Spanish class today ask if we're doing anything special tomorrow. As if it was a holiday or something to have school work lessened for. If they had witnessed their dads broken down to miserable sobs they probably wouldn't be acting like tomorrow is some special event. No tomorrow is a day of remembrance, for the lost, for the scarred, for the broken loved ones who can't give their beloveds hugs on Christmas or Thanksgiving.
Sure you could say it's also a check point for America, a symbol of the day America changed...but what justice is that for the dead? This is their day. Like Elijah day for my family, a day of commutative mourning and comfort, a day to let the scars show, a day to let them know. We. Will. NEVER. Forget.
Maybe it's not about the happy ending.
Maybe it's about the Story.
(Will Make Pretty Later)
Maybe it's about the Story.
(Will Make Pretty Later)
Girls are stupid.
Come On Skinny
Love
JUST LAST THE YEAR ♥ .
You
stole my heart.
I'm not
anorexic,
i'm fat.
i'm fat.
Fourth week of school. My backpack is so heavy that I can't even
pick it up. I have to drag it around everywhere. Theres so much
homework. I barly have time to get on witty:(
You say that you over me, but you always end up
under me, you know how it goes, don’t be crazy, don’t
play dumb with me.
If
you like me:
TELL ME.
If you miss me:
SHOW IT.
If
you love me:
PROVE
IT.
