I know I am just one person. But I think if you reblog this we could make a difference no matter how small or big.
Yesterday I got a message telling me to kill myself.
I am very insecure and I honestly thought about it. I sat in my room crying, just because someone clicked anon and told me to take my own life. I didn’t want them to have that much power over me. But in reality, words affect you.
I talked to one of my friends I met through tumblr. I told them about the message I had received. Their response? “Don’t mind it. Those people are desperate for attention. I’ve gotten a few myself.” I, of course, asked what ‘a few’ meant.
They replied, “I’ve gotten 36.”
I was so shocked, I thought getting one hate message was bad. But the thought of getting these messages over and over, and counting them, made me sick.
I know the idea of stopping cyberbullying had been around for a while. Even if this picture doesn’t get a thousand notes, I hope a few people at least see it and think twice before they insult someone through the internet, with that grey anonymous face to hide behind.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and know that if you need someone to talk to I’ll always be here. <3
There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person of that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.
(Source: gallifrey-man)
About me
My blog is mostly about Evan Peters, Andy Biersack, random shizzz, Andy Biersack, funny stuff, Andy Biersack. Oh did I tell you its also Andy Biersack <3xD.
