I'm starting a new chapter in my life. I'm tired of hiding who I am, so, this is me. The real me.

 

triptophobias:


backwardsorbust:

ellavictorious:

That’s fucked up. That’s real fucked up. That’s some ice spider shit and I do not approve.

That is the sickest shit ever

i just imagined a tiny little ice-spider on the mirror singing ‘let it go’ as he builds his little icy webby fortress.

triptophobias:

backwardsorbust:

ellavictorious:

That’s fucked up. That’s real fucked up. That’s some ice spider shit and I do not approve.

That is the sickest shit ever

i just imagined a tiny little ice-spider on the mirror singing ‘let it go’ as he builds his little icy webby fortress.

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.

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.