I will never let myself scroll past a picture of Walt and not reblog it. I feel like I’d be dishonouring him, and he’s just done so much for me that it’s just not right.
Have you ever looked at a picture of yourself, and seen a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other peoples life have we been in. Were we apart of someone's life when their dream came true or were we there when their dream died? Did we keep trying to get in? As if we were somehow destined to be there or did the shot take us by surprise. Just think, you could be a big part of someone else’s life, and not even know it.
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