sourworm:

thisisfartoosilly:

toturnonthelights:


from left to right; 
I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
I am not here anymore.
My dad tried to beat it out of me. 
No one is proud of me.

This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.


;n;

sourworm:

thisisfartoosilly:

toturnonthelights:

from left to right; 

I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.

My friend’s parents sent her away.

I found death threats in my locker.

I submitted to electroshock therapy.

I lost half my friends after coming out.

My grandmother sends me hate mail.

My school won’t let me take my date to prom.

I am not here anymore.

My dad tried to beat it out of me. 

No one is proud of me.

This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.

;n;

You kill yourself, make a big old sacrifice and try to get your revenge and all you’re gonna end up is with a paragraph in a newspaper; 63 degrees and cloudy in a suburban neighbourhood. In the end, it does nothing: nothing changes. The world goes on and you’re gone. The best revenge is to live on and prove yourself, be stronger than those people. And then you can come back.

Eddie Vedder’s thoughts on suicide and the song Jeremy (via zooperstar)