trolololo.
I really need to start sleeping at proper times. Being awake at odd timings really sends my mind off the rails. Everything is happening so fast. My stint in Virginia is almost over, and in less than a week’s time, I’ll be on a flight back to sunny sunny Singapore. Kinda miss it, but not quite sure if returning so early is a good thing. So many things to settle. School, family, and my private life. Oh god my private life. I’ve been an ass ignoring everyone asking about everything, and pretty much cutting almost everyone I know off. In retrospect, my reasoning behind doing what I did still seems pretty sound if you ask me. No loose ends. Just slice the connections off where they stand. Just in case all didn’t go well.
I love Virginia btw. The weather here is perfect. Not that I got a chance to enjoy it, but yeah. It’s also really quiet here, people mind their own business. Although that might have something to do with abovementioned cutting of contacts. I wonder if anyone at all misses me. There’s a lot more, but I don’t think it’s appropriate.
Time to sleep.(?)
It’s so late it’s not even night anymore. And I’m still awake. The world needs more bands like these btw.
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.
Scarily beautiful.
