forsakers:

Iโ€™m good at three things: sleeping, eating, and wait.. thatโ€™s it.

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deadvibe:

iโ€™m really good at making plans and then not wanting to do them when the time comes

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ich—vermiss—dein—parfum:

That sexy smile ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™

ich—vermiss—dein—parfum:

That sexy smile ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™

"Welcome to the real world. It sucks. Youโ€™re gonna love it!"

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nickiminajvevo:

when you see something you wanna reblog but refresh the page

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missarolp:

An American soldier kisses his girlfriend goodbye at Penn Station, New York, 1944.

this is heartbreaking

Photos like this make me wonder: Did he live? Did he ever return home? Did they ever get married, start a family? Or did he die, and she was left to go on without him? As tragic as it seems, that happened so many times during WWII, and looking at these two, it makes you wonder if they were they any different. I really hope so; I hope they got their happy ending. 

you and I think alike, tumblr user crescendowls

seeing this photo again and seeing where it was shot, I think now how many times I’ve walked where they kissed goodbye. How many times have I ran to catch a train, where people saw their husbands and wives for the last time.

l0ver-s:

dysphorism:

crescendowls:

youthpalms:

missarolp:

An American soldier kisses his girlfriend goodbye at Penn Station, New York, 1944.

this is heartbreaking

Photos like this make me wonder: Did he live? Did he ever return home? Did they ever get married, start a family? Or did he die, and she was left to go on without him? As tragic as it seems, that happened so many times during WWII, and looking at these two, it makes you wonder if they were they any different. I really hope so; I hope they got their happy ending.ย 

you and I think alike, tumblr user crescendowls

seeing this photo again and seeing where it was shot, I think now how many times Iโ€™ve walked where they kissed goodbye. How many times have I ran to catch a train, where people saw their husbands and wives for the last time.

(Source: his-name-was-writ-in-water, via tornado-nights)