Captain America’s classic: say-your-line-then-jump-off-the-plane-so-no-one-else-gets-to-say-anything-after
Why do you have all those cloud babies scattered around your staircase
Hi, I’m very well. How are you? :)
P.S. Sorry if you’ve been waiting a while for a reply to this message, its just I’ve been snowed over with school work recently. XD
ohmygosh you guys, the dawn room is the single best thing i’ve discovered on the Internet. If you feel at all crappy in any way, go on there right now. Seriously. Anything else you’re doing can wait.
IM CRYING BECAUSE IT SAID TO THINK OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON OR WHATEVER AND I COULD ONLY THINK OF MY DOG SO THE ADVICE I TYPED IN WAS “GOOD DOG” AND IF THAT GETS SENT TO SOMEONE ELSE IM GONNA CRY
I’m crying now, but I needed this.
bUT SERIOUSLY TE FIRST COMFORT I GOT WAS “What if your hands were bowls of soup” and I LAUGHED SO HARD that made my day ok
This is amazing :-)
I’ve been on this site before, and it’s amazing. If you need a pick-me-up of ANY SORT, check it out.
Rest in peace to all the souls lost in 9/11
I was just 11 years old when the WTC fell that symbolic day in 2001.
I remember exactly where I lived, what I was doing, what I was wearing. Heck, I even remember the color of our carpet.
It was beige. And I cringed thinking it would stain horribly when I saw my mom drop her coffee cup on the floor from where she was standing by the couch.
I had been sitting a few feet from the TV with our new kitten, Sylvester, and my mother was watching the devestating news developing out of the US. She immediately went and called one of her co-workers and started chatting away about it on the phone. She was sad, and I just felt confused.
I was 11 — I didn’t even really think I knew what was happening! What will resonate with me forever, though, is when I heard the reporters talking about how a bunch of people were throwing themselves out of a building to avoid burning to death. I remember them saying that they would have heart attacks before they even hit the ground.
That night I had terrible nightmares.
Even if I didn’t understand it fully, a deep place in my mind sure did, and I had dreams of fire and burning.
All this fire, just blazing and smoking — Nothing else.
I woke up scared and breathless and ran to my mom’s room, where she was sitting awake listening to a priest pray on the radio. She told me to come into the bed and listen, thinking maybe it would help. I fell asleep there, listening, and the nightmare didn’t come back.
I think we all remember where we were when the towers fell, and reminiscing on it brings sorrow to my heart. So many lives lost, yet so great of a misinterpreted legacy.
We must cherish the memory of the feelings that came with first hearing of 9/11, because they are ones we would feel all the time without the dedicated service of both our men and women in uniform, and the first responders that protect our communities every day.
The pictures above show people contemplating jumping out of the towers.
Human beings knowing their lives were over, but just trying to figure out how they wanted to die.
We’ll never forget you.
wouldnt it be cool to just like not feel nervous about everything all the time
Never apologize for your fluency in english.
If you have a different mother tongue, you are under no obligation to know english at all, let alone fluent english.
Never let anyone make you feel bad for not speaking proper english.
Be proud of your mother tongue.
Why should we learn their language when they mock and refuse to learn our own.