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.
I am not here anymore.
This photograph intrigues me so much! Why isn’t this the most famous photo from 9/11 instead of the falling man? Isn’t two people holding hands after jumping more significant than one man? It makes me wonder what the story is behind this photo, were they friends or lovers? Or strangers who were too scared to jump alone?












