For you created my inmost being, you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made,
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
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An American soldier kisses his girlfriend goodbye at Penn Station, New York, 1944.

this is heartbreaking

Photos like this make me wonder: Did he live? Did he ever return home? Did they ever get married, start a family? Or did he die, and she was left to go on without him? As tragic as it seems, that happened so many times during WWII, and looking at these two, it makes you wonder if they were they any different. I really hope so; I hope they got their happy ending. 

you and I think alike, tumblr user crescendowls

seeing this photo again and seeing where it was shot, I think now how many times I’ve walked where they kissed goodbye. How many times have I ran to catch a train, where people saw their husbands and wives for the last time.
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someday
A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.
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When anxiety was great within me,
Your consolation brought me joy.
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