I want to roll over at 2 a.m. to a kiss from you not a text message

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*sigh* one day.

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greekg0ds:

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andiwaslikeshit:

we as a group waiting in the waiting room forgot to sign the bottom of our sign in paper thing and now i feel as if im blood related to these people and would do anything for them because we’ve bonded


andiwaslikeshit:

WHY WONT HE SPIT IN MY MOUTH




ilostmyhopetothecia:

rosadei20:

A wide-angle view of the sky above Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, filled with smoke and anti-aircraft fire

My Grandfather was never really an emotional man. He was never given to open displays of affection or even sympathy. He kept most things he felt locked inside, but I remember him telling me about this day. He heard the broadcast over the radio as a child. The radio tall and wooden, still sat in his office, many years later. His mother called him inside, he recalled the creaking and abrupt closing of the screen door behind him. He remembered the twinge of fear he felt when he saw the worry in his mothers eyes. He began to recite the broadcast from his mothers words; she told him,
"There was an attack on Pear Harbor…"
He quoted from memory:
"A Japanese attack upon Pearl Harbor would naturally mean war."
My Grandfather choked out the words. His voice cracked and his jaw clenched. Tears drowned his eyes and the lines of his face loosened into sobs that shook his body like waves. Suddenly he was that little boy again, hearing words he didn’t quite understand. Feeling all that chaos and dread hanging in the room. Wondering why no one could say exactly what had happened and why someone had attacked HIS country.
My mother reached out and put her arms around him, telling him it was okay. He reached up and held her hand for a moment, then slowly slid her hand from his shoulder.
"No, this is important." He practically croaked the words.
He said he didn’t remember much after that except for the sound of the screen door behind him as he sat outside, tears in his eyes, trying to make sense of what it all meant and what it meant for his family, and his country.

ilostmyhopetothecia:

rosadei20:

A wide-angle view of the sky above Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, filled with smoke and anti-aircraft fire

My Grandfather was never really an emotional man. He was never given to open displays of affection or even sympathy. He kept most things he felt locked inside, but I remember him telling me about this day. He heard the broadcast over the radio as a child. The radio tall and wooden, still sat in his office, many years later. His mother called him inside, he recalled the creaking and abrupt closing of the screen door behind him. He remembered the twinge of fear he felt when he saw the worry in his mothers eyes. He began to recite the broadcast from his mothers words; she told him,

"There was an attack on Pear Harbor…"

He quoted from memory:

"A Japanese attack upon Pearl Harbor would naturally mean war."

My Grandfather choked out the words. His voice cracked and his jaw clenched. Tears drowned his eyes and the lines of his face loosened into sobs that shook his body like waves. Suddenly he was that little boy again, hearing words he didn’t quite understand. Feeling all that chaos and dread hanging in the room. Wondering why no one could say exactly what had happened and why someone had attacked HIS country.

My mother reached out and put her arms around him, telling him it was okay. He reached up and held her hand for a moment, then slowly slid her hand from his shoulder.

"No, this is important." He practically croaked the words.

He said he didn’t remember much after that except for the sound of the screen door behind him as he sat outside, tears in his eyes, trying to make sense of what it all meant and what it meant for his family, and his country.

(Source: The Atlantic)



annalisaceolin:

MAXXI Roma
Journey to the end of the night on Flickr by annalisaceolin

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