This is an old family picture.

My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women.
I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon.
I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture.

And that… That was just the last straw.
I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.

This is no life.

a true story of the traumatic real life situations a gay person faces





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I don’t mean to impose a personal favour on you guys, but I really would like to ask that everyone who follows me reblog this. 

I don’t think I made it very clear but last month I was sexually assaulted by someone who I thought was my friend (I don’t want to talk about it don’t ask), and it’s… really fucked with my head. 

Had I known this a month ago I would have been able to get away

So, essentially, I’m really pleading with you to reblog this so everyone who follows you doesn’t get stuck in the same position I was with no way out. 

I mean again I don’t want the point of this to be my sob story or whatever but if you could reblog this it would seriously mean a lot 

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Just touch base with a friend from middle school. I haven’t seen him in 5 years. Last time I spoke to him was over 2 years ago. He seems to be going through a lot. He thanked me when we talked. It makes me feel good that I am able to be there and help others. And yet here I sit feeling sorry for myself because I am not going through nearly as much and yet I still hate myself so much.

I know I’m still young but I want to be a father. Though I hate my life and may not live that long. If I am able to live that long and maybe get married some day, then I’d like a baby. Boy, girl or anything, I don’t really care. An offspring I can help grow and teach to further change the world for the better. That is should that child follow my same beliefs. And if the child doesn’t I will not be upset, I will love them unconditionally. I’ll hold them. I’ll hug them even if they are 15. I will smother them with love so they know I care. I will give them more love than was ever given to me. Because I want them to be happy even when I could not. 



“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”

~Plato’s The Symposium.

How many times will I reblog this? “Always.”

I will always reblog. 

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My parents got me some ibuprofen for when I was sick… I didn’t need them so they lay there unopened. And I know they are there. I wish they hadn’t. I never bought medication before because I was scared that I might do something regrettable. And now they are there in my drawer practically taunting me. Testing me to see what I will do and I don’t like that feeling.

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