Today marks a decade since September Eleven.
A date which needs no explanation.
This is, by far, the most terrifying photograph I’ve ever posted. But as horrific as it seems, it just shows how incredibly beautiful the human soul can be. Even in the most horrifying moments it can ever experienced.
I can’t help but wonder, “Were they friends? Were they strangers?” The reason this photo scares me so much is because I know what happened to them. And it hurts to know that.
I can say all the prayers my voice can produce to rest their souls in peaceful paradise, but it doesn’t seem like enough. But we can not forget these people. We can not let this be what they are remembered for. As I type, everything I put down seems offensive. That is how horrific that day was. It seems as though our hearts can not fathom enough love to nurture the mourning. But if these two souls can show the best of man when it was confronted by the worst of man, then I refuse to forget them. Never Forget.
I hope I didn’t offend anyone.
And if I did, I truly am sorry.
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Today marks a decade since September Eleven.
UNBELIEVABLE shot of Hurricane Irene approaching New York.
Oh. My. GOD!
New York is on lockdown.
Union Square. Times Square. Grand Central. Are Deserted!
First, they have an earthquake.
Now, a hurricane.
In about two weeks, they got the decade anniversary of 9/11.
New York is one tough city.
If it weren’t for Irene, New York being this deserted would make me think the imminent Zombie Apocalypse had started.
Prayers to all of you out there!
Surely anyone who has seen this brief moment of color would fully understand how incredibly man can be. I once heard, “Words are beautiful and ugly all by themselves.” And the word “incredible” is something man is at times. The usage and context are all defined by the person you are.
The reason I use “incredible” is because of the moments that have happened throughout our history and existence. We’ve accomplished many things. All great in their own way. The collapse of the Roman Empire. The ability to control electricity. Man on the moon. The Holocaust. As time goes by, people forget these incredible moments. And like I said, it is up to the person you are to define this word. Some don’t care to think twice man has stepped up on the moon. Some think the Holocaust was a solution. The Final Solution. And it is incredible, whether ugly or beautiful, that moments like these have actually occurred.
The girl in the red coat in a world filled with black and white.
The glint of color, and a glimmer of hope.
This is surely one of the most amazing and bravest things I’ve ever seen. Why amazing? Because it puts you in a world that you have never experienced. It lets you know that this world is the same one as the one you are viewing. It lets you know this is your home. Why brave? Because you see it. You see what happened once long ago. You see that this occurred. You see that this was little girl. With a life just like you. Filled with blue skies and breathing. You see she is you. A person. And you see that sometimes it’s just not fair.
Sure it’s out of a film. But that is not the end of it. The message it’s trying to show you is the horror of what happened on a daily basis. You see the incredible horror of what the Holocaust was. You see how this is now just another incredible moment in the history of man. No one remembers these people. They’re just statistics. Words in history books. They no longer are people. They’re just a moment that happened. And something most don’t remember.
Sure, I can say Megan Fox is beyond fucking hot. But I never call a girl “hot.” Just sounds too demeaning. I don’t know a girl who would prefer to be called “hot” or “bomb” or the annoying “fine,” instead of “cute” or “beautiful” or “gorgeous.”
But to be honest, as pleasing as it is to the eye to look at Megan. I’m much more interested in the bathroom. It looks lovely. I absolutely love the tile on the wall. And the sink is huge! Which I would love to have. I have this small fucking sink. Well, it’s average. But I would prefer a bigger one. I constantly wash my hair and since no one uses my bathroom, I prefer washing it in the sink then the shower, unless I am showering. I love how these last couple of sentences sound a bit perverted. But it’s the truth. I want a nice bathroom like that. Who knows, maybe if I get one this nice, Megan will come and take some photos in it. But not near my sink. Go use the towel rack or something.
That kind of natural beauty doesn’t exist anymore in Hollywood.
To me, water is honestly my safe haven. I love the touch of water. From the shower to the pool. Lakes. And of course, the ocean and the beach. Something about the smell of the air and sound of the waves is peaceful.
With that said, no words can explain if I had a room like this;