(Source: miss-dsun)
To all my followers. Please read this.
This is my best friend.
She is fourteen, smart, and beautiful.
Somehow, she can’t see it.
It really upsets me when i see her arms look like this, and I believe she needs to stop. She goes pretty deep and the cuts turn almost black.
Please reblog this if you think she needs to stop, or if you know someone like this who also needs to stop.
I’m trying to prove to her that she isn’t alone and that people do care.
Thanks.
(Source: sex-with-t-rex)
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the one working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am a warrior for my country serving proud, but can’t be my true self because gays aren’t allowed in the military.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I’m a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the who isn’t sure what she is. I am the who is rejected by her “best friends” because of a less-than-conventional crush.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to “teach me a lesson.”
This is the boy, Matthew Shepard. On October 7, 1998 Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson lead him to a remote area east of Laramie where they demonstrated unimaginable acts of brutality . Matthew was tied to a split-rail fence where he was beaten and left to die in the cold of the night. Almost 18 hours later he was found by a cyclist who initially mistook him for a scarecrow. Matthew died on October 12 at 12:53 am at a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. Murdered because he was gay.If you believe that homophobia is wrong, then reblog this.
If you are ignorant, then ignore this.
“Life is a game, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. But, no matter what cards in life whether, clubs, spade or diamond. Always remember never play without a heart.”
Corruption is not to be blamed by the World itself, but the blame should be put upon the people living in the world.
So I came home from an Inner club with OH [Ohana Hui] and I worked on something very special for Anna. She calls and now we’re talking, its about 12 now and I told her I was on tumblr working on my page. So she tells me “say something when your done” and she puts me on speaker. After a few minutes or so, I called her name and we talked for a long period of time. I hope.. that we get to do this every night <3