when you see the lucker stomp
you reblog the lucker stomp
and you forever reblog the lucker stomp
instant reblog the lucker stomp
Never listened to suicide silence but I respect the stomp.
WHENEVER MITCH IS ON YOUR DASH YOU REBLOG IT
No matter what kind of blog you are!!
Fuck, I love the Lucker stomp. That shit is fly as fuck.
i really want the lucker stomp to be remembered in like 100 years time
The many faces of Maynard James Keenan
Happy 50th Birthday, Maynard James Keenan (April 17, 1964)
-I believe that music is a force in itself. It is there and it needs an outlet, a medium. In a way, we are just the medium.
- But you know, I’m the negative-Nancy, curmudgeon, glass-half-empty-with-a-leak-in-it guy - which is basically the fuel that fires me up anyway. Without that, we wouldn’t have me.
-There were a lot of choices to make and I always picked artist. I never once picked doctor, lawyer, firemen or something like that. It was always artist.
Tool - Lateralus
November 23, 1991
not to leave krist out of the beard length discussion
The beauty of Eating Disorders.
I have been bulimic now for about 7 years, and this disease is killing me from the inside and on the outside. I’ve purged up blood before, but never as much as I experienced today. The amount of blood actually shocked me. I have almost no hair left, and the hair which I still have has thinned out. My teeth are all rotten. I can’t drink cold drinks. I can’t drink hot drinks. I can’t eat hard, crunchy things. My jaw will be getting surgery soon. My stomach hurts every time I attempt to keep food down. And not to mention my digestive system is completely fucked.
So you want perfection? You want all the boys to want you? You want to be beautiful?
You’re not going to get that. This is what you’ll get.
You’re further and further away from perfection each second.
No boy wants you because you always smell like puke, blood, and you actually fear even being close to anyone. You become worthless.
Beautiful? No. You become an ugly, horrible monster. Scars, bruises. You can’t go on dates. Refuse to go out with friends. You isolate yourself from everything and everyone.
Still not convinced? Do you still want this?
I’m giving mine out for free.
I need to reblog this. I need my followers to stop and read this. And I will never not reblog this. You do not need to do this to yourself. I don’t want you to get sick and I don’t want you to die. You are beautiful. Purging is never the answer.