mid-n1ght:s-xtingwithsirens:thecoolcunt:justinbieb-er:that-was-a-bitch-move:irene-j0y:I remember my
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.(via imgTumble)omg that^ i’m CRYINGOH MY GOD REBLOGGING FOR THAT BEAUTIFUL STORY OMFG:c OMG. I’M IN TEARS.actually in tears -- source link