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My names Valerie. And I do not own any pictures on my blog unless stated. I have a bad habit of stalking justin bieber on my free time. And I also love when you spam my ask box :] kkkkkkkkkkkk?

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idk if I already rebloged this but i don’t care

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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.

I was five, and this is one of the strongest memories I have from when it happened. They showed this picture, only in colour, on the news. I’ve always remembered this because of that bond they made — to jump, and hold on to one another’s hand the entire time.

You jump I jump, remember?

I would have done a record-setting never ending front flip. Shit would’ve been cash. Probably would’ve gotten over a hundred rotations before smackdown. If I’m gonna die, might as well entertain a muthafucka. Know what i’m saying? And if you think I’m bullshitting, then nigga you must not know me.

He’s dead serious, y’all. And I love it.

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