At Devon’s sixteenth birthday in July 1998, the pre-printed birthday card that Dylan gave her reads;

“What are the chances you’re getting a birthday present?“ Inside, the cards says, “Between slim and nun.” A tall, slim cowboy is next to a nun.

Ahh a nice dab of mildly distasteful prewritten, pointless humor to brighten yer day AAAA?!!!,” Dylan wrote.

And because Devon had totaled her 1973 Pontiac Ventura one week before her birthday Dylan added, Happy B-Day. Don’t run me over or you’ll lose yer license and ill be pissed he he he.“

I never got the chance to meet Dylan but did have two pre-Columbine conversations with his father, Tom, in which he asked me (after he learned of my developmental psychology background) to tell him how it is possible to have two sons, one with whom he had a difficult relationship and the other whom he considered to be a ‘perfect child’. Guess which one committed mass murder? You guessed it: The perfect child.

Stephen Greenspan, Ph.D. (via acolumbineblog)

“He had the best time ever,” Devon says of his visit to Arizona. He invoked his trademark humor and had pictures of himself hugging a cactus. “He was getting on with his life,“ Devon says. “Past high school. Past all that stuff. I mean, graduation was in what? A month?” —Devon Adams

Art credit: dreadfulnecrosis


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justwitchy:

columbineconfessions:

Dylan’s small speech near the end of Hitman for Hire.

Oh, the fumbling amongst all the vitriol.  Endearing!

I’m reblogging this great post from acolumbineblog and adding to it:

In general, people think of Dylan as just the tall, skinny guy – period.  Just one of those teen boys that eats a ton of food but never gains because of a super high metabolism.  However, if you look closely there is more to it than meets the eye.  I’ve included a sort of “Before” and “After” photo set of Dylan. Showing his physique a year prior and then also the months leading up to 4/20 when he rapidly drops weight likely due to his depression.   The year or so before, his hair is shorter, and you can see his arms are more filled out; his pants fit the line of his legs.  In the spring of 1999, when his hair has grown the longest it’s ever been in the Radioactive Clothing vid, it is pretty noticable that Dylan has lost a fair amount of weight – a whopping 37 lbs – to be exact. His arms resemble thin, bony sticks and his pants are just hanging on him – literally swimming in his jeans.   I wonder whether his parents had noticed the abrupt changes in weight since they did mention that he "seemed more sad" weeks before the attack. 😦

acolumbineblog

Dylan had lost 37lbs leading up to the Columbine massacre

The BMI put out by the Mayo Clinic and the NHI state:

  • Underweight = <18.5
  • Normal weight = 18.5–24.9
  • Overweight = 25–29.9
  • Obesity = 30 or greater

This suggests that Dylan, who’s BMI would have been about 22-23 in 1997 and viewed as “normal" by a doctor, would have been listed as quite underweight by the time he died. His BMI was about 17.5.
It should be noted that drastic/dramatic weight loss or weight gain are key signs of depression.

chs42099:

Reddit Q&A with a former student from Columbine High School who attended at the time of the shootings.

A few comments that stood out to me:

“I had gym class with Dylan Klebold that year but I don’t remember Eric Harris at all. Dylan was hard to miss. I did not know him; he was a senior and I was a freshmen.“

“What I remember about Klebold. He was tall, like 6’4 and he dressed really weird. combat boots, sunglasses, kmfdm shirts. I remember not knowing what kmfdm was. He was awkward looking, kind of unnattractive I guess. I remember the teacher making him do bear crawls for being late to class constantly. We played this no rules dodge ball game. It was just every man for himself, with like 50 or 60 kids. Him and this really scrawny kid were last and the scrawny kid beat him. for some reason i won’t forget that.”

“1. I never talked to either of them personally.

 2. My perception of Dylan, who was the one I was aware of before the shooting, was just as a pretty intimidating guy. I was a freshman and he was a senior so that has a lot to do with it probably. He wore aggressive clothes, combat boots sunglasses and just had a strange “look” to him. I remember the perception of them as being somewhat “off.“

 3. I think just craziness. I think the world just has crazy in it, and their experiences weren’t any different than those of millions of kids who don’t shoot up their schools.”

In the weeks and months that followed the killings, I was nearly insane with sorrow for the suffering my son had caused, and with grief for the child I had lost. Much of the time, I felt that I could not breathe, and I often wished that I would die. I got lost while driving. When I returned to work part-time in late May, I’d sit through meetings without the slightest idea of what was being said. Entire conversations slipped from memory. I cried at inappropriate times, embarrassing those around me. Once, I saw a dead pigeon in a parking lot and nearly became hysterical. I mistrusted everything—especially my own judgment.

Susan Klebold (via humanity—is—overrated)

She’s amazing.

(via watchyoubleeed)

killme-silently:

As I said I’d be doing. Dylan Klebold’s Tec-9. His gun had a company inscription on it, I wasn’t able to find a clear photo to copy the inscription, I searched the company, and still didn’t get any photos -sigh- So I just left it out. Remember like I said, it’s been 4 years since I’ve drawn, his and Eric’s guns are the first things I’ve done in sooo longggg. Thanks for looking 🙂