Guys, I know that this isn’t a girl switching shows in a circle or a cute cat freaking out and running around a bed, but it’s important. My uncle, along with so many other people died 11 years ago tomorrow. My cousin has had to grow up without a father, her brother won’t ever get on a plane, her mother remarried to a man whose wife went down with her husband, all of them cry at the touch of a hat, sob at anything at all that reminds them of him. People at my school get so irritated about having to spend 15 minutes in class on 9/11 watching a tribute to the lost souls, but for those of us who will never get over it, it’s nice to have that one day that you can just break down and cry without having to worry about being thought of in a poor light. I hope this never happens again, and I hope that every single one of you realizes how lucky you are to still be alive today.
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It’s really hard to think this happened 11 years ago. I was only 8, yet remember it perfectly.
RIP to some beautiful people who my friends and family knew that died in that exact building, thinking it’d be okay if they waited about 10 minutes to leave since they were safe.
thank god that motherfucking piece of shit is dead at the bottom of the ocean.
my dad was in the north tower the day before, if he hadn’t finished the project he was working on he would’ve been there on the day of the crash. i always feel so guilty when i think of all the “what ifs” that came with this tragedy..
this picture is so powerful just take some time out to mourn the loss of so many innocent lives
the second that plane crashed thousands of lives were changed forever.