dying before your friends and welcoming them to hell like
I mean I don’t wanna bother or anything.
I don’t wanna ruin the fun.
Okay this is way too sad, and I just want to make sure none of my followers ever feel that way on my blog. Please, please, know you are ALWAYS WELCOME. To chat, to say hi, to whatever. ALWAYS.
COME AT ME, GUYS!!
I know this feeling all too well. This isn’t an exaggeration at all.
It sucks, so anyone who EVER wants to or need to chat, hit me up!
UH OKAY AND APPARENTLY TJ LANE HAS ESCAPED PRISON I GUESS I’M HEADING DOWNSTAIRS TO MY TELEVISION.
13 years ago today, I was itty bitty 5th grader Daniela.
13 years ago today, I was in the bathroom, with my friend, after P.E. We were trying to stay in the bathroom a little longer to be the last ones back to class.
13 years ago today, we walked in, and some news channel was on. Whether it was Fox or CNN, I don’t remeber, What I do remember is thinking it was some smoke stack at a power plant or something, until someone told me what it really was.
I sat at my desk silently, but crying, until the second tower was hit. I lost it at that point. My teacher hugged me while she called my parents, and they decided to come get me so I could be with them.
I was crying for all the innocent lives that were lost that day. Crying for the people who went to work and didn’t know that they would not climb into their bed at night anymore. Crying for the people who were trapped, and the only way out was a 100-story fall out of a window, or to die as the fire engulfed them. Crying for the first responders that knew deep down they were probably not coming out of downtown Manhattan that day. Crying because my family on Long Island lived about 30-45 minutes away from Manhattan, and I didn’t know if they were safe.
For the previous week, my family was on Long Island for my great grandpa’s funeral. We were supposed to fly home the morning of September 11th, from JFK. Instead, I was upset over missing a week of school, so my parents decided to come home earlier than the 11th. We flew home late at night on September 9th, and I remember looking out the window, seeing the Twin Towers, and thinking “Wow. They are so beautiful at night”.
September 11th holds so many emotions. We will never forget the day our freedom was attacked. We will never forget the innocent lives lost, both on that day and the years that followed through all the war we’ve seen come of this.
A young Jewish refugee with her Chinese playmates. Shanghai, China (x)
Between 1933 and 1941, it is estimated that 20,000 Jews escaped persecution by fleeing to the Chinese port of Shanghai. Shanghai was one of the few places in the world that would accept Jewish refugees at this time, Japan being another.
i am furious that i am just now learning about this important fact.
Because it has nothing to do with the USA being the superhero and saving all the Jews
R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit
this is the only september 11th post I’m reblogging
*gets on mini-soap box because I am too short to get on any large boxes*
The Americans that died on 9/11 were just as innocent as anyone else that died due to these careless terrorists so how about this REST IN PEACE TO THE BEAUTIFUL INNOCENT SOULS WHO HAVE PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE DUE TO THE FACT THAT THERE ARE SOME LOW-LIFE TERRORISTS OUT THERE WHO ONLY LIVE TO DESTROY OTHERS FUCK THESE TERRORISTS.
Thank you for listening, please enjoy refreshments on your way out.
WE MAKE POSTS DEFENDING OURSELVES ABOUT WEARING KANDI
BUT MILEY HAS POLES OF KANDI AND SHE DISPLAYED THEM AT AN ART SHOW DURING FASHION WEEK AS ART.
WHY IS IT ART? I DONT GET IT. I DONT UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ANYMORE.
My name is Daniela, and I don't know what to write here. I'm 22, and I live in North Carolina (this changes relatively frequently). Flute player. Piano player. Meteorologist. My heart is in Southwest Florida, Chicago, and on Long Island. I love music, weather, concerts, summer, and making friends here. My favorite kind of music is the kind that pulls something out of me.