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mid-n1ght:

s-xtingwithsirens:

thecoolcunt:

justinbieb-er:

that-was-a-bitch-move:

irene-j0y:

I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call.

I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was.

A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?”

I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist. 

She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.”

I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?”

This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say.

She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.”

And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.

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omg that^ i’m CRYING

OH MY GOD REBLOGGING FOR THAT BEAUTIFUL STORY OMFG

:c OMG. I’M IN TEARS.

actually in tears

I’m with these people. I’m actually in tears. please, if you guys ever need to talk come here.