Dylan Lynn, January 7th 1996 - September 25th 2012
Dylan commited suicide last tuesday after receiving news that his father had been released from jail. Throughout his whole life Dylan had been sexually assaulted by his father and was made to feel like less of a human through physical and emotional abuse. Both him and his sister struggled every day and out of fear told no one. Through councilling and therapy he was diagnosed with ptsd, depression, and borderline personality disorder. He began to realize that he was attracted to men, and when others found out he was bullied for this. Although things started to look up when his father was being sent to jail, it had a great tole on him and his sister and she wound up in the hospital after having a mental breakdown. While his sister was away in the hospital he planned on taking his life through self harm. After being talked out of it, he tried to work towards being happier. With his father out of his life he could start a new beginning. If all went to plan, he wouldve moved in with his aunt in Toronto Ontario this fall, but with issues with the court he was put into foster care. I may not know all the facts, but I know he deserved better. He deserves to have his story told. Out of fear, Dylan took his own life. He was one of the kindest souls you would ever meet. May he rest in peace and may his father get the justice he deserves. He may not have had many followers like Olivia, but he suffered just the same, from the same haunting disorders, the same psychosis, the very same personality disorder that breaks down your sanity bit by bit. HIs tumblr was http://ripeassbanana.tumblr.com/ lol i love how it can still make me laugh. Ill miss you.
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I really think this story is touchy. However I cannot stop wondering where was his mother when he was being sexually abused or even when he was diagnosed with the diseases.
Woah, I reblogged this like two hours ago, and it had like 500 notes :o
oh mi god he was so cute holy shit this world is so fucked . rest in peace beautiful
reblog and make a wish
this is my second time reblogging and my first wish came true so
i have to
I reblogged this a week ago, my wish came true 2 days ago, hopefully my wish will come true this time
i did this a few days ago and it also came true, i was freaked out like fuck
here goes nothing
fingers crossed this mother fucker works…
fingers crossed omfg
at my funeral there is going to be a closed casket and then it will be opened to reveal that i am not inside. instead, they will turn on the ceiling fan and my lifeless body will swing around the room while the space jam theme song is playing in the background.
nevermind, my mom says i can’t do that.
Sometimes I think to myself, “do I really want to buy another chocolate bar?”
And then I remember that there is a super volcano under Yellowstone that is 40,000 years overdue and when it erupts it could potentially cover most if north America in ash and create a volcanic winter that kills half the worlds population
And I’m like, hell yeah I want that chocolate bar
i want people to stop treating me like shit.