He will eat your soul...
Don’t be a dick to your GF or Benny the Bull’s gonna get ya!
What an ass
Perfect.
I thought I saw this before, but it looks like this is a new one. nice!
I once went to a concert with a friend (I don’t remember the band, she dragged me along) when I was 16. They were starting a wall of death and this guy who was flirting with me decides it would be funny to pull my top down, exposing my breasts, then throw me in the middle of this wall of death right as it’s about to meet. When I stumble in the middle and hit the wall someone screamed “STOP! EXPOSED GIRL!” and I thought they were all going to oggle at me. Instead, one guy quickly helped me cover up, three more helped me to my feet, and another asked who did that. When I pointed out the guy, two of them looked at him, me, each other, then nodded and punched the guy in the face before forcing him into the wall that was about to form again.
Metal men are gentlemenly as shit.
This fucking this^^^
I’ve always loved this.
I went to my first concert a few months ago and there were these really tall men with black vest tops and tattoos and piercings surrounding us screaming loudly when the music started playing, but then we realised this kid in the crowd had lost his mum so they tried to comfort him and when he started crying they asked him his name and he shakily sobbed “Eliot” at which point they lifted him in the air onto the shoulder’s and shouted at the top of their lungs “ELIOT’S MUM, ELIOT IS LOOKING FOR YOU. EXCUSE ME HAS ANYONE SEEN ELIOT’S MUM!!!” at which point Eliot started giggling between sobs until he finally found his mum while in the air.
Seriously, I have felt safer in groups of death metal dudes than in the group of the preppiest preps that ever prepped.
Metal guys are one big family. Simple as that.
I remember seeing this for the first time like a year ago and not once have I seen it and not reblogged it because this is just amazing.
My old coworker was one of those guys. Big, bearded, played in a hardcore metal band. One day another coworker’s laptop was stolen from the breakroom, so metal-head bought him a brand new one.
That guy was really a huge teddy bear.
Alright, here’s the jar!!
REBLOG THIS POST IF YOU WANT YOUR NAME INSIDE THIS JAR
Everyday I’m going to pull a few names out and send cute lil messages. ouo
I promise that I will go through with this.
REMEMBER- 1 Reblog = Your URL in the jar
GOOD LUCK
I like nice things ovo <3
I WANT A POINTLESS MESSAGE TOO
Last night
This is my last night, the last time for anything. Spend time with my family, be nice no matter how harsh they get, and just... fall. I lost everything when I lost him, I lost my job, I lost my family. Yeah I have friends, not many any more. Just..tonight I sleep forever.
PETA was in town the other day, protesting the abuse of animals and handing out stickers. I gave one to my cat.
I HAVE BEEN WAITING YEARS FOR THIS
IM DYING. I FUCKING LOVE LEE PACE
What I want to do
So I was told to live my life and do what I want. What I want to do is make myself a better person and get my family back. Yeah. I think I will.
Feeling rejected is not much different from actual pain. Studies of MRI scans have shown that the same areas of the brain that respond to physical pain also react to being hurt by rejection. As far as your brain is concerned, a broken heart is no different than a broken arm. Source
Can't
I keep trying and pushing, getting through the next two days will be hard. So very hard, but I have to push through, I have to do what is right and what I want to do. Okay.. what I want to do is get back what I lost.
There’s a legendary “monster” in Iceland called the Yule Cat that eats anyone who doesn’t get new clothes for Christmas. Farmers used to warn their workers that the Yule Cat would come if they didn’t process the autumn wool. If they obeyed, they received new clothes. If not, they’d be eaten by the Yule Cat. Source
Not the same
The holidays no longer feel the same. Without my love here, and unable to share my love with him, it feels empty. This bed is too big, my heart just can't take it, and this home I built to empty. I am trying to change for the better, but what is better? I have no one that will tell me the truth anymore. He always told me the truth, yet when I need the truth we can't speak of it... holidays are empty without the ones you love.



