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The last messages sent from Eddie Justice, an accountant, to his mother. Eddie was hiding in the bathroom of Pulse nightclub in Orlando when he sent these terrified text messages to his mother. Omar Mateen barricaded himself inside the nightclub in the early morning hours of 12 June, 2016. Once inside, he senselessly murdered 50 people and injured another 50+. Not long after these texts were sent by Eddie, Mateen stormed into the bathroom where he was hiding and shot him dead.

themerrymisnomer

Living in the digital age makes death a little more hallowed than in previous times.

You see living ghosts on peoples phones.

juuliaroberts

The timestamps. Imagine waiting to die for 33 minutes. The thought of having that much time to realize your doom is absolutely terrifying and heartbreaking. I just…. :’(

elchicodelayer

Es que yo ya no sé cómo empezar historias, sino hablando del final. Y ella lucía preciosa aquel día mientras las estrellas se ponían en su mirada. Yo te prometo —le dije— llevarte a otro mundo. Uno en donde los dos nos sintamos a gusto con quienes somos. Y me sonrió, pero su sonrisa fue una pistola llena de espinas, porque las balas ya las llevaba como recuerdo o como lección. Y es que el amor te deja sobre la mesa el contrato de supervivencia una vez que el otro decide irse. Y ahora cómo se supone que debo seguir sin ti, si el nudo en la garganta me sofoca. Si siento que me ahogas cuando antes me hacías volar. Espera. O espérame en algún rincón de tu soledad. Aguarda. O guárdame un pedacito de página antes de que decidas quemar nuestra historia. Tal vez no fui el héroe que en todo libro se supone que debe haber. No supe salvarte, sino empujarte a ese abismo que tanto miedo te dio caer; quiero decir, a enamorarte de alguien como yo. Lo siento si rompí todas tus expectativas, ya que no soy el fuerte de la historia. Me guardo partes de los que se van en mi caja torácica, que en realidad es una jaula que encarcela mi corazón. Y abro mis pulmones para meter tus últimos suspiros antes de caminar en otra dirección. Quédate con la peor versión de mí, que es la mejor cara que poseo de la moneda. Recuerda siempre que ahí un día hubo alguien que estuvo dispuesto a poner en orden hasta su cordura, cuando el desastre era él. Y nadie impidió que se hiciera semejante daño. Los locos buscan que los quieran con todo y su locura. Quédate con las veces en las que maldije tu existencia y tu nombre lo escupí al aire. Quédate con el chico malo que jamás presentaste a tus padres, con el que mandaste a callar y a tomar por culo, con el que jamás te enorgullecerías de envejecer con él. Quédate conmigo. Y no me sueltes jamás.

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highmami

insane-lunatic

x

arianabutera

surprisebitch

we just gotta let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be BABY, HEEEEY BABEEEH!!!!!!!!

WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I IS???!!!!!! I SMELL THAT FRAGRANCE ON YOUR LOUIS KNIT BOY!! JUST GIVE MY FAT ASS A BIG KISS BOY!!! TONIGHT IM FUCKING UP ALL YOUR SHIT BOY!!!

thenordroom

Source: Reveny

srabl00d

"you've changed" shit probably

perfectilusion

didn’t they tell you that I was a savage.

bey-ivy-blog

jess-woods-deactivated20160802

♡ january week one in instagram photos ♡

dadpeach

inkskinned

I am sick of the girl being pretty once her glasses come off. I’m sick of the boy suddenly staring at her because she’s taken her hair out of a bun. I’m sick of the dances that she said she didn’t want to attend suddenly being the place where she shows up and learns to live. I want a movie where she gets kissed because her lab goggles left circles around her eye sockets. Where she doesn’t go to the dance and isn’t ashamed of it. Where she wins the science fair and the way the blue ribbon looks on her makes somebody’s knees weak. I want a movie where the girl doesn’t get tamed. Where she’s still a badass bitch at the end of it. Where she doesn’t need a man because she has a killer girlfriend who is a cute nerdy radio technician. Where her freckles don’t get concealed on the big night. Where she shows up to prom in a suit and a model on her arm. I want a movie where the queen bee is also a 4.0 student. Where she wears makeup and styles her hair and gets her work done. Where the pretty girl is also pure of heart, works on the weekends at soup kitchens, shows up with heels on. Where the queen bee lets the new girl have the boy because she doesn’t see the point in trying to compete. Where they end up friends at the end and the boy ends up with nothing. I want a movie where girls are art without having to be painted over. Where we are beautiful without reason, where we don’t need to prove ourselves as being worth a boy’s affections. I want a movie where we don’t have to be secretly fuckable in order to get a happy ending.

We look good in a red ballgown and also while reading a book and also while burning this whole thing down. // r.i.d

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