Hey, my name's Marco and I'm a 16 year old musician. I've been playing the Trumpet for 5 years. I spend almost all of my time playing my Trumpet, but I also like poetry. Recently I started listening to Jazz and I've realized the lack of actual musicality to be found in most modern music. I've really fallen in love with Jazz, It invokes feelings that Ive never felt before. It makes me happy, sad, reminiscent, and many other things; you'll probably notice that through this blog. Anyway that's pretty much it.
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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.
The only 9/11 photo i’ll ever reblog
(via falling-from-reality)