where did you hear such lies

I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.
—  Clementine von Radics

“Master of Puppets” by Metallica

Master, master
Where’s the dreams that I’ve been after?
Master, master
Promised only lies

Laughter, laughter
All I hear and see is laughter
Laughter, laughter
Laughing at my cries, fix me

So when I was in high school, Ozzy toured in support of The Ultimate Sin album and everyone came back talking about this “new” band who opened for him: Metallica. 

Also, did i ever tell you about how I did a paper in college on this song? Well, now I just did. 

And just throwing this out there: best Metallica song ever even though “Welcome Home (Sanitarium)” lyrics ended up all over my notebooks in high school because high school.

I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.
—  CvR// 20150717

prussiathegreat asked:

"MY SON IS GOING ON A DATE?" Be careful with your answer. If you say yes, he's totally getting the camera.

-Aww shit this is what happens when you lie. IT ACTUALLY SPREADS LIKE WTF?!-

“Where did you hear that?! I mean–Uhh”

“N-No camera—first date gotta play it cool! You
know what I mean, Gil–Dad? So gotta pick them
up and yeah…you are totally NOT meeting them.”

.

I gave you so many chances even when i knew you were a bad idea, after you walked away more than once before and i still welcomed you back into my life because i believed that you were actually a good person, i believed that you just needed some time to figure some stuff out and i gave you another chance because i saw the good in all of your bad. 

You came back to me and made the effort, showed me that you cared and told me what i wanted to hear, again and again and i just let you, and then you did your usual of going quiet over time and then all together ignoring me and not speaking to me, well this it, its 100% over.

Your promises meant nothing, all your words were lies and i wish i had never met you because you definitely are not one of the good guys. 
Ten out of ten for fooling me though, the game you played where you think you’ve won is not real though because believe me you have seriously lost. 
Good luck in ever finding anyone else that would do anything and everything for you, because you know for a fact i would have.

Fuckboy of the year award goes to you. 

I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.
—  Clementine von Radics

didney-worl-no-uta asked:

Oh, you're planning to adopt? That's fantastic! But yeah, I can see where the problem lies, what with you two being now well-known supervillains. :/

“Indeed. Though I did hear a bank for supervillains just opened up not that long ago. So maybe an adoption agency will as well? It would certainly make things simpler.”

I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.
—  Clementine von Radics
I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.
—  Clementine von Radics

#ThePitiedWoman:
I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me. ―Clementine von Radics
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anonymous asked:

HAAAAA no one batted an eye at igloo?? Are you fucking insane or just making comments about shit you know nothing about? Were you off the internet at this time? Did you not hear J Coles verse shading the stupid bitch? Taylor needs to sit the fuck down and recognize not everything is about her and that there is real racism in media. Fucking swifties are so fucking inept

Well aren’t you special?  Yes there is real racism in the media.  But lets focus on the nominations of an award show that features 3 not white people and only 2 whites…. Thats very productive.  As one of Nicki’s own fans pointed out her energy could’ve been spent on where the real racism lies.  There are black people being murdered on almost a daily basis but Nicki is more worried about Anaconda not being nominated when Beyonce, Kendrick, and Bruno Mars are… Like I said Nicki is acting like Kanye about this except Kanye didn’t do it for himself.  No not everything is about Taylor but when someone throws shade at her you think we’re too stupid to not notice it?  Like who the fuck else was Nicki referring to when she took a jab at skinny women in that nomination?

You pull me inside out again,
You’re much more than my friend.
Yet I don’t know you,
Only enough
To love you
And believe
That you’re sorry
And that you’ll change,
But it’s just worse,
And, O, it hurts,
But I’ve got no where left to turn.
So I keep spinning
And you keep spitting
All those lies
Covering my eyes.
Just so I can’t see,
But that’s okay,
‘Cause all that’s there
Is the shattered version of me.
And I can’t hear
But it’s okay,
'Cause all there is
Is screams anyway.
Did I mention I can’t taste
But I guess that’s okay,
'Cause all there is is blood.
And I can’t move a thing
When I tell myself to run.
You promise that you’ll change,
But it’s only to get worse these days.

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The Franklin Electric - Watching From A Rooftop

You got me feeling like a kid in a sandbox,
Hanging around in this body with my face in a mask,
Silently wait for the giants from the rooftop - watch them pass,
And I laugh deep inside myself, hear them echo as I watch them rise up again, without a crown.
You met eyes like two lions you are hungry and I am sick.
We broke out both laughing, we both knew but just can’t admit.
Maybe at the break of the day on that corner between first ave and my soul.
Where we spoke, anybody else hear…?
You’ve got eyes, use them wisely ‘coz they’ve been tricking you.
There once was a man who pleasured his heart until his own heart blew.
I feel that heart inside, beating, and I never take the time to breathe,
And all the outside takes me over and lies right to my face and I let it in, Always did.

Always did.


The Franklin Electric is a Montreal-based alternative folk-pop band.
“This Is How I Let You Down” is their debut album.

Members
Jon Matte: Vocals - Piano - Trumpet
Liam Killen: Drums - Vocals
Martin Desrosby: Bass
Alexis Messier: Guitars

I DO NOT OWN THIS CONTENT

I pity the woman

I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me. ―Clementine von Radics

I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me. ―Clementine von Radics

I pitty the man who will love me when you’re done. He’ll show up to my first date with a dustpan and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces you left me in. He will hear your name so often it will begin to dig holes in him. That is where the doubt will grow. He will look at my neck, my thin hips, my mouth, wondering at the way you touched me. He will make me all the promises you did and some you never could. He will hear only the terrible stories. How you used me. How you lied. He will wonder (as you have) how someone as wonderful as me could love a monster like the man who came before him. Still, he will compete with your ghost. He will understand why I do not look in the back of closets. Why I am afraid of what’s under the bed. He will know every corner of me is haunted by you.

I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.

I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what’s under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me.
—  Clementine von Radics