Bullshitalacarte:
Is it just me or is this REALLY offensive? 

The September 11th attacks were a tragedy in every sense of the word.
Its anniversary should not be treated as a joke or a reason to party.  

The only way I would see this as honoring anyone would be if the proceeds of the night went to the victims’ families, which doesn’t seem to be the case.  

Bad form, Novaks.  

padfootisawesome:

People born in 1990 can legally drink alcohol.

Obama was sworn into office 3 years ago.

Michael Jackson died over 2.5 years ago.

2007 was HALF A FUCKING DECADE ago.

There are kids in middle school now that don’t even remember 9/11.

There are girls born in 1998 who are pregnant.

There are over 600 pokemon.

STOP ITTTTTT

Bullshitalacarte:

HOLYSHITOHMYGODWHATTHEFUCKNOOOOMYBRAINISMELTING! 
I’m so old.
#24 

(Also - what a strange Boy Meets World episode that is. “And we’ll always know that he was this tall… *points to pencil mark on wall*”) 

returntickethome:

10 years and never once forgotten.

silk-embrace:

This is probably one of the saddest, most depressing things I’ve ever listened to/watched.

skibinskipedia:

I was awakened shortly before 03:00 Hawaiian Standard Time on this day nine years ago by a phone call from my mother in Chicago. She had the tremulous tone in her voice that she always presented when she was desperately worried, and had been crying, as she said, “Dean, darling? Honey, I think you…

e-m-i-l-y:

This is such a nice way to imagine it.
R.I.P 

gravitydefied:

I’m not a New Yorker. Heck, I’m not even American. I didn’t lose anyone on that fateful day. And I was barely 7 years old when it happened.

But I was aware. Of the horror. Of the pain. Of everything that had happened. I still VIVIDLY remember how my parents and I sat in the living room, eyes…

This touches me.

ragoooo:

:3

It’s a strange feeling, looking back and knowing exactly what you were doing an entire decade ago. If you asked me what I had for breakfast yesterday or what I did last Tuesday evening, I would have to really strain to recall the answer. However I remember that morning with absolute clarity.

It was early in the morning and, like every other thirteen-year-old American kid, I was in school. The bell rang and everyone scurried off to class. We all listened to the morning announcements and said the Pledge of Allegiance. I was busy settling into my first hour Current Events class, chit-chatting and trying to remember whether or not there was homework due and if I had done it. Channel One News was on in the background without anyone really paying it much mind. And then it happened. A sudden cut from the featured story, every student gasped as their eyes met the footage. Alarms were pumping through my veins. What was going on? They played the clip a dozen times or more. Recounting it over and again as if it would suddenly undo itself if we saw it from a different angle. 

The rest of the day seemed so trivial. Clock hands inched ever so slowly. My mind was racing like a bullet. I had relatives who lived in New York and New Jersey. What were they experiencing? More importantly, were they alright? My dad was working in DC at the time. Where was he? How badly was the Pentagon damaged? How long would it be ‘til my dad would be able to get home? I had heard tell of a rogue plane crashing somewhere in Pennsylvania - yet another place relatives of mine called home. I had so much more to worry about than doing worksheets and figuring out what to get in the cafeteria. 

In due time answers presented themselves. My cousins were fine. My dad was fine. He took the train home the next day. I was so relieved that they were safe. My family is my everything. Without them, my life would be emotionally bombed back to the Stone Age. I have no idea what it’s like to be a victim of 9/11, but my heart goes out to them. Not just today, but every day. I reflect on this day as much as I can stomach it. I watch videos and read stories. It touches me and I just can’t shake it. 

In the years since the attacks, I’ve visited Ground Zero and the crash site of Flight 93 in Shanksville, PA. Each place has an eerie, bone-chilling presence that cannot be escaped. Standing there, soaking it in, you can think nothing but sobering thoughts. I noticed a lot of people trying to make a dollar off of it. Not fundraisers for victims and they’re families or for a memorial but people selling random patriotic bullshit in order to better themselves. It sickens me and find find those sort of things anything but poignant. 

So today, as we should every day, we raise our glass to you, September 11th. May you all seek the closure and rest you deserve.

We all have a 911 story. What’s yours? 

setonoverdrive:

I’m Watching Sky News from New York and I’ve been thinking, Right now there are a Multicultural crew of six men and women who live permanently in the International Space Station. Not only are memorials taking place all across the world but out of it too. That’s a pretty spectacular thought.