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Guys, he’s only a kid and he has wiser words than most of our Senate and House members. Wake up, America.
Justin has a vision in the airport.
He knows what’s gone.
He knows what must be brought back.
Sexy.
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It takes a classy young man to maintain eye contact against those odds.
Is that Justin Bieber?! I knew he was an alien! AND GAY! (BTW, ‘classy’ generally equals gay… Jussssayin.)
Is why he loves cats xDFUCKING MORONS
GOD
WANT TO KNOW WHAT ANDREW’S LAST VIDEO RECORDED WORDS WERE?
THIS WAS WHAT YOU HEAR IN THAT FUCKING 9-1-1 CALL
THESE WERE HIS FUCKING WORDS
“They don’t know me. They don’t know me. Whoever it is needs to talk to me. They need to know who the fuck I am.”
GOD
I
CANNOT
CONTROL
MY
FUCKING
ANGER
Tell me you aren’t just as excited for Andrew Garfield as Peter Parker and I will smack you with a fish. :D
Worst feeling.
So all this stuff with Ti has me feeling all fucked up. He is the first person I’ve known who has been murdered, and so it is more crazy than it should be. In reality, I barely knew him. I mean, we chatted for months about personal stuff and were each other’s virtual shoulder for a while, and it was cool. To me, he was never a kid, just a guy who needed help and knew what to say to make me feel better too.
I know that if he had just died, I would have been sad, but what went down has me feeling empty, confused, frustrated, angry and unable to let it go. Since one of the papers published the photo of his busted front door, with the gun shot that killed him also evident, I can only see him laying on a stretcher, bleeding out and the look of fear and regret and pain I imagine he must have had.
Knowing how he went hurts more than knowing he is gone.
I also feel guilty taking this so hard when so many others knew him far better than I ever could. I know I shouldn’t, because grief is everyone’s to feel as they do, but I do a little.
I loved him as a friend, and I am devastated he is gone, and desperately trying to find a way to resolve this in my mind so I can move on. I want to close my eyes and see him as I remember, not as they ended him…
Andrew Messina was a friend of mine. Not a good friend, not a best friend, and not someone I knew as well as others, but someone who I called friend and whom I feel I failed a little. I suppose we all did, those of us who called him friend, in our own ways. We will feel that way, even if everyone around us tells us that isn’t so.
I met Andy, who went by ‘Tiger’ when I met him, in an app community I’d created. The app was new, the comm was new, and there were about five or six of us who got real close, real fast and just totally bonded. We chatted every night in the comm and things were great. We just got along.
One day, Ti messaged me in private and started chatting about things going on in his life. He was dealing with his boyfriend, who was growing distant, and worrying about being left. As time went on, they broke up and the boyfriend moved away. We talked about him, about the sadness of losing him, the people hurting him… He and I chatted on facetime once so he could play his guitar for me. He was amazing. So much talent in one little boy - he looked so young.
Ti will always be one of the few people whom I loved just about everything I knew. His sincerity, his honesty, his love of Billie Joe, his passion about non-violence… I will not be able to reconcile my memory of him with what happened that day. I have my ideas of how things got to that point, and ideas on how things could have been handled better so he could be here today, but none of that matters. Nothing will change, and he won’t come back no matter how much I am angry at everyone involved for doing things wrong.
So I am taking the advice of a friend, and honoring Ti in the way I know he would have appreciated - I am going to forgive, and I am going to spend the rest of my life trying to be anti-violence. I was never a violent person, but I do get angry. I yell at driver’s on the road, (quite nastily,) so now I will remember him every time I do and stop myself. That will be how I remember him.
Because I cannot go to his funeral, or services, or anything resembling a ‘goodbye’ to him, I have to find my own way, and I’ve decided this is it.
So I will remember his hair, which always looked awesome. I will remember him wanting it to be rainbow colored, and making a pic showing that for him. I will remember the fun times we had in the comm, and how all of us loved each other so brightly for that short time. I will remember how much he loved his boyfriend, and how much it hurt me when he lost him. I will remember how, even when he was in pain he still sought to make me feel better with my situation. I will remember how he was always there for everyone on the comm, and how fun he was. I will remember his jokes, the bad and the good. I will remember how he could turn any situation, even if it was just by text in a comm. I will remember his pain, and how much it burdened him to know it. I will remember how he was beaten up, his iPod stolen and his face messed up and how I expressed a desire to find those responsible and reciprocate, and how he calmed me down and told me he would never do that. I will remember how, even on a day when he was so distraught he planned to kill himself by burning down his house, when apparently he couldn’t bring himself to use the gun, he still had to save his dog because the only person he could have ever hurt was himself.
Andrew ‘Tiger’ Messina, you were an inspiration and a light. Your light may have been dimmed, but it will never go out. I love you, and miss you, and I hope to forever hold a bit of your light in my heart. Rest in peace, my friend.
he died last night :(
but I was taught never to cry when someone dies. because it won’t bring them back and they’re in a (theoretical) happy place now.
we weren’t the best of friends or anything but we hung out a few times and he was a good kid.
I just hope they find out what set him off :/
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120% agree. I only knew Andrew briefly, and we talked a lot and he played for me on skype - his music and voice were amazing. The kid was wonderful, and whatever happened, however he got there, there is no way I’ll ever believe he would have hurt a soul physically. He hurt us all, but I don’t believe he was thinking about that…
I need to know what this is from. It needs to be on my next playlist!
(Source: homofiction)
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