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The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of him, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted”.
-Not sure what is more honorable: Being married to this faithful wife to the end or the Marine standing next to the casket watching over them both.
IN HONOR OF ALL OF OUR ARMED FORCES PLEASE SHARE THIS.
forever reblog. forever.
Never forget those who were lost. To all those in uniform, thank you.
This will never not be reblogged from me.
I saw this in the Pulitizer Prizer Winner collection at the Newseum. Another photo from this series won the actual prize but I just sat and stared at this one and cried and cried.
dream childhood bed
this was literally all I dreamed about having, but in silk
this series was fun. I remember my tutor tried to get all “damn girl I love your work with feminism what a deep concept” and I was like nah I just like baths and … nipples
have you ever had a friend who is literally like your soul mate but like in a friendship way like you are so compatible and perfect for each other
PLEASE HELP, STOP SCROLLING!
MY BEST FRIEND HAS GONE MISSING, AND I NEED YOUR HELP!
That handsome man up there is Will Hamarah, my best friend. He’s been missing since a week ago, about November 6th, 2013. He left his possessions and all of his money at his apartment, and no one has seen him.
He left his phone, so we have no way of contacting him or knowing where he is.
If you have any information or have seen someone matching his description and the pictures above, either inbox me at echomyname.tumblr.com or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
If you do see him, take caution. He suffers from schizophrenia and is prone to violent episodes.
PLEASE HELP US BRING HIM HOME!
I have 68 followers right now, and you’re telling me no one can reblog this? Please, please help us bring him home. This is recent, and he’s still out there. Please, we need as much help as we can get. SIGNAL BOOST, PLEASE.
Come on reblog this you selfish bastards
Update as of November 18th:
He still hasn’t been found and no one has seen him around. Please, this post only has 12 notes and I’ve gotten no tips that anyone has seen him. Right now, we’re expecting the worst. Please, I’m begging you, take two seconds out of your life to help us and reblog this. That’s all I ask.
|—||Oscar Wilde (via iamcharliesangel)|
you miss childhood so much you try dressing like you would if you were seven again. sneakers and frilly socks. big t-shirts and messy hair, because you’ve stopped caring about perfect hair. you don’t mind getting your knees dirty or scabs on your shins. those pains don’t make you flinch. those pains don’t talk to you at night. those pains don’t hurt like the hurt you’ve really felt. the type of hurt that can’t be pin pointed or fixed with copious amounts of Neosporin. you don’t worry about how you’ll feel in the morning until the morning comes. you bite the skin off the tips of your fingers like your aiming for the bone. because the stress and pain hits you bone deep. bone deep. its almost romantic sounding. but isn’t being so broken such a romantic thing anymore? sad music doesn’t even phase you. its all you know. instrumentals lined with tiny violins and crying cellos. you lay back in the grass and close your eyes. you try forgetting about the city surrounding you. the heat rises from the pavement and grips your lungs like my hands grip the small of your neck. the sun beats down on you like you owe it money. but you don’t sweat. this is the small stuff. ice coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. start your day happy. fall apart at the end. repeat. things get better. then they get worse. three months of total bliss for three months of total shit. thats the way life works right? it always gets better though. be still.
Some things that should be acceptable by now:
- Girls having sleepovers with boys.
- Female nipples showing.
- Marriage equality and equality in general.
- Doing what you want with your body.
- Wearing what you want,
- Kinder eggs in America.
“We’re so bad at sex and then we wonder why women aren’t like, really aggressive about sex. We think it’s cause they don’t have as much desire as we do. That’s how stupid men are, that we think ‘they’re just weird, women are like fucked up in the head cause they don’t wanna just fuck all the time. If I was a women, I’d just fuck everybody. Why don’t they wanna fuck all the time? I do’. Of course you do, cause when you fuck, you get to fuck a woman! When she fucks, she has to fuck a guy! Wildly different experiences. For a man, 100% of the time, it’s the greatest thing that ever happened in his entire life. For a woman, about 40% of the time, when she’s being fucked by a guy, she’s thinking ‘I’ll get over this in a week. It’s not the worst thing. I’m not gonna cry this time’
“Another thing that proves how bad men are at sex is that after sex, you’re looking at two very different people. The man just wants to lay there, be cool and the woman wants to cuddle…’Why is she so NEEDY?’ She’s not needy you idiot, she’s horny, because you did nothing for her. YOU DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. HER PUSSY IS ON FIRE BECAUSE IT’S GONE UNFUCKED COMPLETELY. Of course you’re fine, you climbed on and went “KFHGSKG” and rolled off. And she’s on you because she’s like ‘WH-at SOMETHING ELSE HAS TO HAPPEN, THIS IS BULLSHIT!!” If you fuck a woman well, she will LEAVE YOU ALONE. ‘Thanks a lot buddy, zzzzz’”
Oh, Louis CK, advocate for the female orgasm. (via wantonmasochist)
Nothing has ever been more accurate.