“I don’t know what to do, we never talk anymore and when we do, it’s not the same. We can’t even look at each other anymore. I remember how it used to be, but do you? I don’t know what you’re thinking anymore. I’ve been trying to figure you out. But that’s not working out so well. I love you, and you know that. But you should know too, I’m not going to be here forever. So let’s get this over with, so we can get back to normal.”—
“I love it when a guy can hit on you, but in a cute way. Like he won’t call you sexy or hot like a piece of meat. Instead, he tells you, “You know you’re very pretty, right?” and then smiles and walks away - leaving you flabbergasted.”—
“If you ever decide to go, I want a warning. You know, big flashing red lights and one of those clocks that counts down like a bomb in a movie? And there’s a whole bunch of colored wires and I’m not sure which is the right one to cut but I guess the green one and then at the last second, no, the red one, then click, it stops with three-tenths of a second left but then you don’t leave. Like that, okay?”—
“He’s got this thing about him, I just can’t put a finger on it. Something about him, the way his hair lies on his head, the way he walks, or the way he talks. I feel my heart racing whenever he walks in my direction or looks at me with such piercing eyes, I almost fall over, he makes me lose my balance and act like such a fool.”—
because these kids have names and they have stories. they’re real people with families and hopes and dreams that were stamped out by hate. may the reason for the color not be forgotten.
He was a 19 year old student at Rutgers University. After his college roommate tweeted “roommate asked for the room till midnight. I went into Molly’s room and turned on my webcam. I saw him making out with a dude. Yay.”, he lived-streamed Tyler having sexual relations with his boyfriend. Tyler threw himself off a bridge after finding out.
He was a 19 year old student at Johnson & Wales University in Rhode Island. He hung himself in his dorm room.
“Raymond Chase was a person who liked Harry Potter and Rugrats and was a member of the popular facebook group “I cant spell “bananas” without singing hollaback girl.” (source)
Seth Walsh was a thirteen year old middle school student. He was bullied to the point that he could not bear to live.
“He spent a lot of his life frightened.” It was in person, through the internet, through phonecalls. His peers were relentless. He was perpetually picked on for his mannerisms and his style of dressing, even before he came out as gay. His mother found him hanging from a tree in their backyard. He spent over a week lingering on life support before he died.
He was a 13-year-old eighth grader at Hamilton Middle School outside Houston His family says that he was “bullied to death”.
”Asher was tormented for being small. For his religious beliefs. For the way he dressed. And for being gay. His bullies acted out mock gay sex acts in phys ed class.”His parents repeatedly contacted school officials on his bullying. Nothing was ever done. He shot himself in the head.
He was a 15-year-old freshman at Greensburg High School in Indiana. “Everyone made fun of him.” Like Asher, his school administration knew but did nothing. A friend says the bullies would call Billy “gay and tell him to go kill himself.” Homophobic hate messages have been left on his facebook memorial page.
and there are more
The death toll for this school year is already at 7. Seven kids who have lost their lives because of hateful peers.
It’s horrible that it’s taken tragedies like this to finally wake this nation up.
“I guess what makes me different from most girls is that I’m not the type to squeal all over you and I don’t ask for your attention at all times. I know what I want and I know how to get it, but I don’t hurt people along the way. I can be a bitch, but I’m also a weird obnoxious loser. But hey, that’s the truth in me. I guess you can say I’m complicated, but I would rather be difficult than easy any day. I can be hard to figure out at times, but if you know me, I’m not that much of a confusing person. So why don’t you actually open up your heart instead of just your eyes and take a look at me, then tell me that you love me.”—
“You know those times when you desperately want to fix it, but you know the opportunity came by long ago, and you missed it? Then, three months later, you start thinking the exact same thing again the truth is, it’s never too late for what you really want. Don’t let
your fear hold you back any longer.”—
“The way you make me feel is like smelling fresh grass or being in the back of a convertible under the stars. Or returning home from a long trip or just driving with no destination in the summer. It’s like the feeling you get when you get an ‘A’ on your report card and your parents tell you how proud they are. Or when you hear your family laugh together. It’s like when you’re outside on a hot summer day and you have a cold glass of water or when you talk to an old friend after a month or two, yet the two of you are still as close as ever. It’s like the feeling you get when you hear your favorite childhood song on the radio for the first time in years, you turn it up and feel so alive. Or lying in bed watching a snow storm, knowing you don’t have to get up for hours and just lay in the warmth of your comforters for hours. It’s the way your stomach flip flops during your first kiss, or how your body feels when you take off in an airplane for the first time. Or when you drive around in the front seat of a car that belongs to the boy you like and even though you should feel scared beyond control because he’s driving so fast and stupid, you feel safe and alive. Yeah, that feeling. That way you make me feel, feels good to me.”—
“I guess the only thing I can do to get over you is just ignore you and pretend you never existed. But late at night, I slip and all I can think about is how a couple of months ago, it was me and you texting each other saying good night.”—
“It’s weird, you know, the end of something that has taken so much time to get over is coming, and you’re so relieved that it’s finally here but still, for some reason, want to hold on. Just for one more second.”—
“Do you miss him at the most happy and fulfilling times in your life? Just because you miss him when the world is quiet and feel alone doesn’t mean you love him. You will miss anyone when you are lonely. It’s when your life is going great and you still feel the ache in your heart because he isn’t there to see the genuine smile on your face and happiness in your life.”—
“And you get to a point where you stop feeling sorry for yourself. You realize no one’s going to save you, so you have to save yourself. You turn your life around, not knowing where you’re going, just knowing that you’ll do anything, anything to be happy again.”—
“You don’t have to be tough every minute of every day. It’s okay to let your guard down. In fact, there’s moments when it’s the best thing you could possibly do; as long as you choose those moments wisely.”—
“The hardest part of this whole situation is that neither of us knows what’s going on. Neither of us knows what each other’s thinking and we’re both trying to make decisions based on information we don’t know. I’m scared to tell you my feelings just in case you don’t feel the same way.”—
“She’s just a lonely little girl. A hopeless romantic who doesn’t know a thing about love. She reads it, she writes it, but she doesn’t feel it. All she wants is to know it, even to be acquainted with it for a short while so she can finally understand what all the hype is about.”—
“What’s worse than being blindly in love with a guy and not seeing what he really is, is being head over heels in love with a guy and seeing him for exactly what he really is. The asshole, the cheater, the guy who breaks your heart over and over again and still loving him, and not being able to get over him.”—
“It’s getting so hard to be around you. Because every time I see you, I see a stranger. You’ve changed, and I just miss the person you used to be. The one that cared, the one that wouldn’t ever hurt me, not if they could help it. But now, now all you care about is yourself. Maybe you never did care in the first place, I’m not sure. All I know is the person I loved so much is no longer there. Nothing is left of you. Everything’s changed, and I miss the person you used to be.”—
“I think I’m at the point where I’ve liked you for so long that it’s just an automatic response for me. I don’t know if I really still do, but whenever someone says your name, my heart beats faster. I still get jealous and you still have the power to ruin my entire day; but I have a feeling that’s just the way it’s gonna be for a while. I know I need to move on, I just don’t know if I can. I’m not strong enough to move away from the one amazing person that’s been on my mind forever. So do you think you could please make this easy and just love me back?”—
“I think we spend too much time wondering why we’re not good enough- we spend too much time overanalyzing, over-thinking, and overreacting. We waste too much time putting ourselves down, so much that we don’t ever stop to see that well, we are good enough. You are good enough. We spend too much time with our heads down and hearts closed; and never get a chance to look up from the ground and see that the sun is shining and tomorrow is another day.”—
“Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me and no, we can’t be friends. This little game you’re playing has to end. You can’t flirt with me like it’s nothing because you’re breaking my heart. My entire world is falling apart so you go your way, and I’ll go mine. I’m going to get over you, I just need time.”—
“People complain that life’s unfair. I know it’s true, but I’m actually trying to grasp the concept that life really isn’t fair. Honestly, it’s too fair. We should be grateful we’re not dealt the life we truly deserve. We don’t even know fair. We’ve never even experienced it. People just always want things better than what they have at the moment and they will keep saying it’s not fair until they get it. But if you’re always wanting more, then your “fair” will never come.”—
“I want to know what color of paint is on your bedroom walls. I want to know whether you cross your legs when you watch your favorite show. I want to know what your fingers would feel like in mine. I want to know what your hair looks like when you wake up in the morning. I want to know what books made you cry. I want to know your favorite architect. I want to know how hard you can hug. But most of all I want to know if you want to know the same things about me.”—
“I’m a straight-forward kinda girl. If you ask me what I’m thinking, I’ll tell you, no sugar coating cause that’s not what life’s about. It’s about dealing with the pain that comes along, so if you are going to tell me how you feel, don’t lie. If I ask something, I want to know the truth, not the lies.”—
“Each relationship between two persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. it simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you.”—
“Because it’s only when you’re tested that you truly discover who you are. And it’s only when you´re tested that you discover who you can be. The person that you want to be does exist, somewhere in the other side of hard work and faith, and belief and beyond the heartache and fear of what life has.”—
“I used to think that when I got older, the world would make so much more sense. But you know what? The older I get, the more confusing it is to me. The more complicated it is. Harder. You’d think we’d be getting better at it. But there’s just more and more chaos. The pieces- they’re everywhere. And nobody knows what to do about it. I find myself grasping, Nick. You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because it’s right, but because it would mean that such a thing is still possible? I want to believe that.”—Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist
“Sometimes the past is something you just can’t let go of. And sometimes the past is something we’ll do anything to forget. And sometimes we learn something new about the past that changes everything we know about the present.”—