June 2012
If there’s one thing in this world that scares the absolute living shit out of me, it’s fire. Living, breathing, completely destructive and vindictive fire. And the one near my house doesn’t make me feel comfortable at all.
Words can hurt so bad.
130to110:
Some linger, years later, they randomly pop into your head, and you feel just as worthless as the day they left their lips.
“I hated school. I don’t trust anybody who looks back on the years from 14 to 18...”
– Stephen King (via amandaonwriting)
narcissistmanifesto:
do not develop feelings for a boy because your skeleton will melt and you’ll drown in your own mortality and then you’ll choke on the ashes of what will never be
Unwritten Rules for Mosh Pits
1: Never drag, punch, or pull someone into a mosh pit if they don't want to go; if they wanted in, they'd be in by now.
2: No cheap shots.
3: If someone gets injured in the pit, you get them outta there and to a medic. It doesn't matter what it takes or what you lose, these people are your concert-going extended family; you stand by them.
4: Never hit someone harder than they can hit you- sounds stupid, but do you really want to be That Guy?
5: Do NOT curbstomp someone if they trip.
6: Generally speaking, don't be a total douchebag.
It’s always lovely when your manager at work makes you feel like a piece of shit.
