Could you tell a heartbreaking story
I don’t really want to because I know it’s going to be long but whatever…
When I was 16 I met a guy through a friend of a friend, he was cute, smart, funny, and charming. I had a little crush on him, it wasn’t a big deal at this time. We chatted all the time and he would visit me on weekends and breaks because his friend lived a couple of doors down from me. Our last summer together, when I was 17, was spent at the park pretty much everyday. Playing on the swings, laying on the grass, just talking. I liked him, and he liked me. We shared a few kisses and stuff and when the sun was close to setting, he’d walk me home. He would hold my hand the whole time and tell people I was his future wife. His smirk was the cutest thing. He give me that smile everytime he told that to someone. When we would reach my door, he’d kiss my cheek and say “Buenos noches pretty thing, te quiero”. I’d hug him goodbye and say te quiero right back. I always see him the next morning. We’d get breakfast and lay on the grass and stare at clouds and chit chat about random things. It was the best summer of my life. In that moment, I felt so lucky to have a person who liked to spend random hours with me. He’s the first guy who made me feel special in the most simplest ways. He gave me a bracelet he made out of beads and pinks rubberbands, he said we’d be eachothers forever.
My birthday was coming up and we spoke about spending it together since his was a weeks after mine. I was going to be 18 and he was going to be 17. But as the summer was coming closer to an end, we spent less time together because school was starting. I graduated that summer so I didn’t have any classes. I started hanging out with a long time friend of mine I liked when I was younger. He was always too old for me, so I never seen it as anything. He liked me though; I found it weird, but perfect at the same time. He was the guy of my dreams. When school was back in session my crush and I drifted apart. All my time then went to my long time friend and ended up dating, he was the first guy I ever loved. After September, I wouldn’t see my crush anymore. Although I had my boyfriend I wanted him in my life still. He was such a good person that I couldn’t just let him go.
One day in November, coming home from the movies with my boyfriend„ my younger brother casually says “Hey, you know ___ right? His family is moving.” I was in shock and asked why. His answer was “Yeah, ___ got shot at the park yesterday, he died.” He said it so unmoved, I guess because he wasn’t close to him. I chuckled a weird little laugh of denial and said “nah, stop playing, what’s wrong with you?” He said, “No seriously Steph, he’s gone, it was in the paper.” I looked it up online that moment and read the horrible story about a 17 year old boy shot multiple times walking home. He was taken to the hospital and died on the way there. His body was unidentified until the next morning. He never had a chance… I cried and cried and cried until I feel asleep in my boyfriends arms.I can’t believe how awful his death was. He was alone, and suffering until he just drifted off. I just wish I was there, I wish I could of at least held his hand like he held mine. i wish I would of kept him in my life as something closer. I wish he was here.
Although I didn’t love him, I cared so much for him that it was close to love. He was the first person I had these emotions for. He was truly my friend. I blamed myself for not being close with him anymore. I know me, I would of been there walking with him that night, maybe things would of gone differently if we stayed close. I regret so many things, and even though it’s been several years, I still think about him and cry a little. I still have that bracelet and when I see it I just remember him, his smile, his sweetness, everything. I just can’t believe I’ll never see his smile again or hear his voice. No more random visits and no more time together. I assumed I had all the time in the world to see him, I was so wrong to think like that. Never treat time like it’s nothing, life goes on whether you want it to or not.
My boyfriend and I went through such a rough relationship. We lasted 5 years until I recently called it quits. I loved him and still do. We have so much in common and he actually gets me. Sometimes love just isn’t enough. He’s just too caught up in being a kid forever and I’m not. I talk about my ex more because I actually had a life with him. Even though I don’t bring up my crush anymore doesn’t mean he’s forgotten, he’ll never be forgotten. RIP Jonathan<3
A punk stops during a gay pride parade to allow a mesmerized child to touch his jacket spikes.
I lost control about reblogging this picture.
and this is the perfect “fuck you” to people who stereotype people like this.
literally one of my favourite pictures ever
nothing more punk than letting small children touch your clothes spikes or hair spikes
I see your clothes spikes and raise you head spikes
the word gay is actually an acronym
actually doesn’t mind if
stop adding your own acronyms to this it was beautiful and now it’s not
Actually doesn’t mind if we add acronyms because
im going to vomit on you