cocaine is bad
The glasses John Lennon wore when he got shot, 31 years ago.
i will always reblog this i dont know there is just something so powerful about this image
This makes me feel so sad.
Being 18, a military girlfriend, and still in Highschool. Many people think I do not know what it means to love. Or think that my relationship won’t last. The thing is, I am 18, I do know what it means to love, and I have been in a relationship for four years. This is how it started. I was 14, Freshman at a highschool in Charleston, South Carolina. First day my freshman year?! I thought I was gonna die! Walking in the door I had things that typical teenage girls have go through their mind.
- What if no boys think I’m cute?
-What if I get made fun off?
-What if i hate my classes?
-What if i have to sit alone at lunch?
-OH MY GOODNESS OH MY GOODNESS OH MY GOODNESS.
Well, I didn’t sit alone at lunch. I loved my classes and my teachers. I did not get made fun of… and plenty of boys thought I was cute, but only one stood out, of course he was an upperclassmen, right?! but he was only a sophomore, my luck. After nearly a week or two of drooling over his dreamy blue eyes, and perfect hair, oh and lets not forget his amazingly sweet voice, he finally said “hey” who ever knew a three letter greeting could turn my legs to jello?! I said hello back and we got to talking. soon enough a month had passed and we had, had our fair share of movie nights, throwing frosting at eachother, and cuddling under the stars; one night we were arguing over how I had got jealous of him talking to another girl, the captain of the cheersquad, validictorian, and winner of the 2008 talent show. She was kind of a triple threat.. Anyways he stopped me in the middle of my ranting, and pulled my close to him in his arms as I cried. I’m not quite sure why I was crying, maybe I just really liked the way his arms comforted me, or maybe I was overly upset. He kissed me on my forehead, and told me I was his forever and always. At that moment he had taken out a promise ring and asked me to be his girlfriend. I cried even more. Since that day we’ve been together everyday since, not physically though, in our hearts. Right now he is at base in California. He is now a Marine. The day he told me he was going to enlist, he asked me if I could handle it. I said “handle what?” Even though I was asking myself the same question. Could I handle being a Military girlfriend, knowing Tomorrow Might be the day I lose him for good? Could i handle not having him by my side every second of everyday? Little did I know, I could.He’s been away now since, October, it is now June 26. Yes I know sounds like a short time, doesn’t it. But it’s not, everyday goes by slower and slower as the days pass. The last time I heard his voice was nearly a week ago, it’s hard. But I’ve accomplished so much emotionally, I know I’ll be ok.