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  1. I want to do something but all of my friends are doing other things with other people.

    Or they're grounded.

    Or in other states.

    Or in mental wards.

    No one would want to dress up as an elf to the ren faire with me anyway...

    I need less weeaboo, metalhead, and stoner friends and more nerd friends. I miss talking to people about D&D.

  2. Lazy story from one of my friends- We were talking all night, then in the morning he tells me "I woke up three hours late.... I meant to set my alarm for 10 but fell asleep while I was setting it."

     

    Lazy story from me... Hm. I usually play my electric guitar while laying down and have it layed horizontally on me, when I actually play it. I usually don't because I'm too lazy to set up my amp and I don't like playing without it on.

    Then... Hm. I had a cup of tea in my room for about two weeks, everyday I saw it I was like "I'll bring that to the kitchen next time I get up..." Two weeks later, moldy cup, I gave in.

    A lot of the time I stay in my room on the internet all day without eating because I'm too lazy to go and eat so I just don't eat at all those days. I don't like eating in my room for the aforementioned mold problem...

  3. Reaping Death by Watain

     

     

    There is a place beyond the dreamworlds,

    Past the womb of night,

    Lying in wait beyond the barriers of light,

    Shunned by the living, cursed by the dead

    Here's no peace, here's no peace

     

    None within, none without

    Skinned bare by daggers that never doubt

    Timeless in wisdom, unbound in might,

    Holy Evil!

     

    By trembling hands concealed,

    Yet by fearless ones revealed

     

    There the blood of Abel impregnates the soil,

    In which hungry darkness dwells and serpents coil,

    So that plants may rise to bear the strangest fruit,

    For all of ye that hunger

     

    Higher! Higher! Come on you sons of fire!

    Daughters of the black moon,

    Practitioners of art most dire

     

    Dance! Dance! In twisting, white-eyed trance,

    Let us praise the flowering darkness

     

    Brush forth across the land of Nod ye wicked ones,

    Ye who wear the mark and hold the keys,

    Come now, let us worship,

    At the womb of blasphemies

     

    Rivers of blood! Rivers of blood!

    For the black earth's quenchless thirst,

    The offering must never cease,

    Until the last man has been slain

    Upon the altar of Mefisto

     

    Higher! Higher!Let's set the night on fire!

    Black moon bear witness to our rite,

    Beneath the devil's pyre

     

    Unchain, Set free, the flames of the Adversary!

    Scorch the earth and devour all,

    That sifted from the ashes be

     

    Hail! Hail! Thou who makes the cosmos wail!

    In anguish as we censorkip.gif the world,

    And sodomize the god that failed

     

    Cain! Cain! By thy blade let all god's men be slain!

    Harvest now the fruits of death and set the night aflame!

     

    Again!

    Fire!

     

    Gather! Gather! Raise the flames for so long scattered!

    For aeons cursed, yet proud we stood,

    Our liberation all that mattered

     

    It's time! It is time! The bells of Armageddon chime!

    Rejoice ye now, oh hungry ones,

    Harvest time has come...

  4. Wow, just someone saying his name makes me feel weird

    Like. I don't even know.

    I keep saying I want to talk to him again and see him again and I do miss him it's just.

    How do you forgive someone for making you go somewhere like that?

    For forcing you to live?

    And he thanked me for it.

    He said "Thank god you got the cops involved, you saved my life"

    But...

    How can we go back to anything after that? Like, are you randomly going to talk to me again sometime this month or next month or even the month after that and ask to hang out? Or will I never see him again? I still have all of his stuff. I don't want to keep it forever, it reminds me of what happened. I don't want to listen to the music he gave me after what happened. It reminds me of the conversations we used to have that lasted until 4 AM, when his medication would make him act really funny and when he'd show me sappy music and tell me that I need to listen to more Jimi Hendrix.

    But when people even mention his name it's just. Oh my god. I was actually forming a relationship with a real human being and he was violently torn from my life. It's not fair.

    I saved him because I wanted to see him again, and I'm so glad he's actually alive and that he's getting help and that he's getting better. I can't wait to see him when he's not experiencing what he has been experiencing for such a long time.

    But I really wish none of this happened. I wish that his father didn't send those scissors in the mail. But it's a good thing he did, in a way, because that means that that now he has the help he needed. That means that the thoughts he was having were going on for a while. The scissors just gave him a way to go through with it.

    Honestly I wanted to hit him when he said it was a selfish and stupid thing to do. He's not crazy. He's been through hell. He deserves help and he deserves to see his father punished for all of the things he's done to him.

    That ugly disgusting pig deserves what he gets.

    I know that his stepdad told me that if he said anything about hurting his father then to tell him, and I will, but I don't blame him for wanting him dead.

    He's helped me with the crap I put up with, even though it doesn't really compare to anything that's happened to him.

    I hate it when people ask if I'm still dating him. Even the two people that know what happened... "You and that long haired boy with the weird name still dating?"

    It's like.... You know what happened to him. I think his mental health is way more important than any relationship status we may have? I just say we are so that I don't confuse anyone or so people won't ask, but... Is that really important?

    If breaking up with him and leaving him forever and making it so that we never met erased his past completely, then I'd do it in a heartbeat because I understand that his health and happiness is more important than anything else.

    I know that the fact I miss him doesn't matter because he's getting help, and he can take as long as he needs to to get help. I still wish I could talk to him, but I know that as long as his health is improving and he's alive and safe that I shouldn't sorry about it. I'll get to see him when he's better.

    It's even worse when someone that doesn't know what happened asks if we're still dating.... Then goes on to ask if he got busted for pot or if he dropped out. Then I just have to make up something stupid...

    Like that kid in my Spanish class. "Anyone know what happened to Macaroni?" I just started shaking and was like "Um,"

    And then Dylan was like "Ummm."

    Then I was like "Yeah, I know but I don't think he wants me to tell anyone I talked to him a few days ago um..."

    Thankfully school is over and people won't be asking me anymore. He'll probably have to go to summer school. Yeah sorry about that...

  5. Solitude by Black Sabbath

     

    My name it means nothing

    my fortune is less

    My future is shrouded in dark wilderness

    Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on

    Everything I possessed - Now they are gone

     

    Oh where can I go to and what can I do?

    Nothing can please me only thoughts are of you

    You just laughed when I begged you to stay

    I've not stopped crying since you went away

     

    The world is a lonely place - you're on your own

    Guess I will go home - sit down and moan.

    Crying and thinking is all that I do

    Memories I have remind me of you

  6. Wanderer by Ensiferum

     

     

    In time bleeding wounds will heal

    Unlike some which are too deep to see

    Like scars in a nomads soul

    Their mending is so slow

    Not the shout of a hundred enemies

    Can make him feel fear inside him

    But when sun sets and the cold arrives

    With crushing solitude in the darkness of night

     

    He will ride across land and time

    To find a way through this endless night

    There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul

    But the wanderer's part is to ride alone

     

    With bare hands he has taken many lives

    He has had a hundred women by his side

    From enchanted woods to the freezing north

    He is known at every sea and far beyond

    As the moon grows and the circle is complete

    He lies down and waits for sleep

    But there's always a scenery in his mind

    Of all that beauty he once left behind

     

    He will ride across land and time

    To find a way through this endless night

    There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul

    But the wanderer's part is to ride alone

     

    He will ride across land and time

    To find a way through this endless night

    There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul

    But the wanderer's part is to ride alone

     

    He will ride across land and time

    To find a way through this endless night

    There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul

    But the wanderer's part is to ride alone

  7. Arabian Knights by Siouxsie and the Banshees

     

    The jewel, the prize

    Looking into your eyes

    Cool pools drown your mind

    What else will you find?

     

    I hear a rumor

    It was just a rumor

    I heard a rumor

    What have you done to her?

     

    Myriad lights

    They said, I'd be impressed

    Arabian Knights

    At your primitive best

     

    A tourist oasis

    Reflects in seedy sunshades

    A monstrous oil tanker

    It's wound bleeding in seas

     

    I heard a rumor

    What have you done to her?

    I heard a rumor

    What have you done to her?

     

    Veiled behind screens

    Kept as your baby machine

    Whilst you conquer more orifices

    Of boys, goats and things

    Ripped out sheeps eyes

    No forks or knives

     

    Myriad lights

    They said, "I'd be impressed"

    Arabian Knights

    At your primitive best

     

    I heard a rumor

    What have you done to her?

    I heard a rumor

    What have you done to her?

    I heard a rumor

  8. I love flannel and shorts and combat boots and yes omg

    The bad thing is that people associate dressing in them with grunge and I don't really listen to grunge, I listen to metal but not grunge. But whatever, I like wearing denim and spikes and leather too but I'm not really into that much punk. And if anyone is all "YOU CANT WEAR THAT UNLESS YOU LIEK PUNK/GRUNGE/WHATEVER" then I'll just tell them this is how I'm comfortable dressing and that I'm aware this fashion is associated with other subcultures. It doesn't really matter. I never said I'm some grungy person or something? I just like flannel a lot.

    I mean... There are plenty of people that wear cowboy boots and don't listen to country, motorcycle jackets that don't ride, bomber jackets that didn't fight in WWII, whatever. I can wear oversized plaid shirts and some shorts and my combat boots whenever I like, thanks.

  9. I Was Buried in Mount Pleasanf Cemetary by Woods of Ypres

     

    I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, alone and unceremoniously

    ...Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, when life was taken from me

     

    Our tree was full and green, I had to leave it

    The sadness was overwhelming,

    To be alone beneath it

     

    The sun came down hot and hard, I could never sleep

    To disappear was the only way I could find relief

     

    When I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, alone and unceremoniously

    ...Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, when life was taken so suddenly

     

    First I paid my respects to Glenn Gould

    Then I visited the grave of Alexander Muir

    Next to Eaton's tomb, I hung my head and cried

    Looking for Joseph Mulgrew, I gave up and died

     

    When I was buried...

     

    The birds sang, the flowers in bloom, spring had just begun

    Recently fitted for a suit, now lying in a box

    By summer, I was gone, my remains stolen from the ground

    My body never recovered and I was never found

    ...Until now

     

    I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, alone and unceremoniously

     

    Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, between the monuments and trees

    At the heart of the city, Amongst the statues and fountains

    New life could begin, where the old path I ran came to and end

     

    [David Gold Version 1.9, June 19th 1980 - May 11th, 2007 Aged 26]

     

    I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, alone and unceremoniously

    ...Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, when life was taken from me

  10. "Active 39 minutes ago"

    e-e

    um

    so

    I dunno if it was you or your padre that was on your account but

    e-e dangit why do you/him log on for no reason it makes me excited and then I see you aren't doing anything and I'm just ;-; because I haven't talked to you in 3 weeks

  11. Oh man I need to go shopping right now

    That tumblr page

    All those clothes.... Hnnnggggg.

    I just cut up four pairs of shorts....

    This looks so amazing together omg I don't look like I'm dressed like a potato

    Distressed black denim shorts plus tattered flowy black lace shirt plus my chukkas plus a grey denim jacket plus a chain belt plus leather arm bands and a bunch of rings equals THE BEST OUTFIt I've put together everrrrrd