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rubbiitanngg:

I’m jealous of those relationships where the parents are all for teenage love. Growing up in a traditional Asian family has shown me the drastic differences between forbidden love and all-for-it love. You see, I wish just for once I could fall in love with someone without sneaking around my parents. I wish I didn’t have to lie just to spend time with someone I really care about. For once, I wish that my parents could see how valuable teenage love could be without being such realists. True, odds are, teenage love doesn’t last, but I’m not interested in finding “the one” as much as I am in finding people I can learn from and grow with. Some parents don’t see the potential of growth one finds in such a blind relationship.

And then there are those parents that are like Regina George’s “cool mom” who pop their heads into your room while you’re making out with your significant other asking if you’d like a condom. Just kidding. But honestly, I have friends that pay for the hotel rooms after Prom because they trust their children won’t do anything stupid.

I don’t even want that. I just want parents who invite my boyfriend over for dinner. I want them to include him into the family, and make jokes with him, and I want them to show him my baby pictures, and let me see him every weekend, and act as if he is one of their own. Honestly, I just want a relationship where I don’t have to worry about planning what time I’ll sneak out. Why can’t love be as simple as first grade math?

RELEVANT. 

This. Real talk.

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autumnbones:

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.

I was five, and this is one of the strongest memories I have from when it happened. They showed this picture, only in colour, on the news. I’ve always remembered this because of that bond they made — to jump, and hold on to one another’s hand the entire time.

You jump I jump, remember?

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