I refuse to follow ugly people
I hate ugly people.
New song lyrics - Avian Herald Of Satan
All
Hail
The great
Goose from hellHe’s here
to feast on
your entrails
Avian herald of satan
Appears in flash
waiting for the time to strike
you better watch your assfetterus, the child eater
wants to suck your blood
vicious hellbeast from the sky
you cannot hide, you cannot run
His red eyes piercing into your soul
Don’t even try to look at it
or you’ll fucking dieThis unholy bird kills everything it’s sees
nobody is safe from this beast
not you or even me
If only there was a god to send it back to hell
You better stay the fuck inside
cause it’s not going anywhereIt sits forever watching, waiting for your next move
It wants to chow down on your flesh
human beings are its foodFetterus
The child eater
Avian
Herald of satanWritten about the hellspawn still currently perched on my backyard fence
Chuck is really weird
This bird has been in my backyard all day, watching me ever so intently. I think it intends to eat me. I walked to go get smokes, and it’s eyes never left me until it was obscured by my neighbor’s garage.
We have dubbed him Fetterus The Child Eater, Avian Herald Of Satan
Chuck is weird
You’re always typing a bunch of letters. Saying a bunch of words
But none of it means anything.
What is your fucking point?
Dear Mrs. Reagan
And you are Mrs. Reagan because Mr. Reagan loves you with all his heart. Every time Mr. Reagan sees the evening star or blows out the birthday candles or gets the big end of the wishbone he thinks the same wish—a prayer really—that so much happiness will go on and somehow be deserved by him.
It is true sometimes that Mr. Reagan loses his temper and slams a door but that’s because he can’t cry or stamp his foot—(he isn’t really the type.) But mad or glad Mr. Reagan is head over heels in love with Mrs. Reagan and can’t even imagine a world without her—
He loves her
Mr. Reaganthe best couple
Nancy Regan was a raging CUNT and Ronald was pure fucking evil.
(via leavealegacy)
(Source: dusubear, via danieltiberiushavoc)
I never actually said anything that mattered.
—Kurt Cobain
Attention people with eyebrow piercings
It isn’t 1997. Knock that shit off.
My grandpa kept every letter my grandma ever sent to him.
Archiving emails just doesn’t have the same feeling does it?
(via sailbeyondthesunset)
What fucking city is this?
It is 6 am, the van leaves in two hours, I havent slept. It is my turn to drive this morning, but Ive been out all night with you.
The coke tastes filthy as it drips down the back of my throat. You must not have paid much, still, it is free and Im not going to complain, at least to you. You brought me to this shitty dance club, theyre playing pop music. Pointless lyrics Im ignoring, auto-tuned over an incessant beat. I dance anyway. You grind your ass against my crotch, your hips attempting to move in time with the music, you havent got it down yet, and apparently you wont get it anytime soon because all of these songs have the same damn beat.
The show tonight was a success, we were paid more than our guarantee, a first on this tour. That added to the T-shirt sales we made has left me feeling rather generous, tonight I pay for my own drinks and even a couple of yours. The trips to the bathroom are sweetened by the nose candy, soured by the stares. Im filthy, drunk, disheveled and I dont fit in with this crowd. None of these kids are a part of our scene, I dont know why you brought me here. Maybe you’re not a part of my scene. Maybe you go to the shows strictly for the boys in the band, I havent paid enough attention to the shit coming out of your mouth to figure it out. Its the 4th week of the tour, or maybe its the 8th week. Im not sure, its been either a month or two months, too many shows to recall. Too many girls to remember and not enough to forget. I want to leave you and find my band, but my god damn cell is dead.
I talk you out of your pants in the bathroom stall and fuck you until you cum. Satisfied with the night you lead me out of the club and back to your car. You drop me off at the van and ask for a kiss goodnight. I step out of the car and close the door without saying goodbye.
Stunning Russian Fire and Ice Caves
The bizarre combination of freezing cold winter and active volcanos are married together in these stunning photos by Denis Budko. The two seemingly opposite elements are found existing harmoniously in the cave of the far east peninsula known Kamchatka in Russia. Until 1991, the caves were strictly off limits to foreigners. But ever since the fall of the Soviet Union, fantastic natural wonders like this have been shared with the rest of the world. (x)
(via abluegirl)
I am highly upset about My Chemical Romance breaking up
Highly upset.
I always get really excited when someone re-blogs something I wrote
I know I may complain from time to time that people on tumblr only pay attention to shallow love poetry or that not enough people read the things I post
but the truth is anytime a single person re-blogs something, anything, that I wrote, my heart jumps a bit in my chest.
To think that I created something that someone else enjoys so much that they want to show it to other people.
As if they are saying
Hey, read this
it says something I have been trying to say
It is a part of who I am or who I want to be
Just thinking of it sends an electric shock racing throughout my body.
Thank you for taking the time.
