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So it’s suicide prevention day. That’s really great cause so many struggle daily with depression and other mental illnesses. This day can help spread awareness and such.
As a strong supporter of To Write Love On Her Arms and Heart Support, I really love to spread their message: There is hope. Life can, and will get better. (I know that first hand, but I won’t get personal here). I will say that there is always hope. If you are suffering with suicidal thoughts, depression, or self-harm, or any things similar, I’m asking you to reach out to someone. A friend, family member, someone. Seek help, there is nothing wrong with doing that. Those you open up to should help you with their love and support.
Also, I’m here to talk to anyone. You are loved. You are important.

Now, for everyone: you never know what someone is going through, so please try your hardest to be nice to everyone. Spread love, not hate. Only spread hate to like…mosquitos or something - no one likes them. Other than that, try not to spread hate at all.

This picture has lyrics from a song called Unlovable by Worthwhile. A song that starts with sadness, and ends with the understanding that not everything is okay, but there is hope that one day they will be.
“Unlovable… Come home.
Now I’ll hold my head high. I’ll take it all on. I’ll let my light shine until glorious dawn. This fistfight I called my life is now the reason I stay alive. I’m not fixed, but I’m found. Breath in. Breathe out. Stay Strong. It’s what I tell myself.
These scars stay close. They try and remind to smile back, it’s in the past, I left it all behind. I’m loved. I’m alive.”
#worthwhile #suicidepreventionday

"In the end, we are all alone. It’s not who loves you, but who you love and you’ll always have that whether that love was reciprocated or not. In the meantime we live this bleak life and modern times of grey skies and electric light. We wait. We pass the time. We listen to music."
-David Gold.

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karoliina-:

Trapped Under Ice - Secrets Of The World

karoliina-:

Trapped Under Ice - Secrets Of The World

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canonqueer:

*procrastinates doing things I love for an unknown reason*

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iguanabones:

the afterlife isnt all its hyped up to be

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Got a lot done today.
Follow: @totheprincetotheking
A spoken word/music project I created along with my good friend Jillian. This should be fun. #totheprincetotheking #spokenword #poetry

fattymcthrashington:

thunderfuq:

cockismybusiness:

newkid96:

creepindddeath:

After the accident and the death of Cliff

I feel horrible while looking at this pic..:[ just look at them..poor lars with no his shoes on…

… Lars is completely lost. I’m just.. He’s like in a completely different place from the other two. And look at the other two- they emanate hostility and anger.
Can we just talk about this for a second?
Sometime ago an asshole made a post about how Lars should have died instead of Cliff. Yeah, it was super fucked up of this person, not only for thinkng you could talk like that about someone else- but because calling itself a true fan for loving Cliff and hating Lars when Metallica was about to die the moment Cliff left.
And who kept the other two, James and Kirk, who were emotionally broken and complete lost bullets after Cliff’s death, calm? Who took care of them? It was Lars. He was just as broken as them- but he tried to compose himslf and make sure the other two were okay.
He’s the one who moved heaven and earth for them, for Cliff, for Metallica. He didn’t want Cliff’s, James and Kir’s and his own dreams to die right there, so he kept going on, always with Cliff in the band with them, always.
James himself said it, he wouldn’t be where he was if it wasn’t because of Lars. None of them would.
This is probably one of the few pictures that would show Lars in weakness during that time. 
And it breaks my heart so much.

Just to make this a little sadder, for those who don’t know:
Lars and Cliff were drifting away as friends before the last gigs they ever did as a band. Cliff was closer to James and Kirk than he was to Lars. 
Before and around the last gig in Stockholm, they began to rekindle their friendship. 
They were the last two people on the bus.
As a band, they watched a movie together, before drawing cards.
They were the last two people asleep. 
Lars fell asleep last. 
Lars ran out first.
Lars ran back. 
Lars found Cliff last.
While James walked off in a rage to find the black ice and Kirk cried in hysterics, Lars sat in the snow, in his underwear, staring at Cliff’s legs, until the ambulance arrived.
Lars and James sat in the same room when the doctor came in to tell them Cliff passed.
And the words Lars said to the doctor, when the doctor said, “your friend didn’t make it”—
"He’s not our friend. He’s our brother.”
You will always hear Kirk and James talk about Cliff in fondness. James the most. But Lars will not. Not only because he and Cliff were not as close towards the end of Cliff’s life, but because he will not dwell on a past he can’t change, else it will drag him deep into a depression he will never be able to dig himself out of. Because he would do anything to bring Cliff back. To make him not go into that bunk. To stay up a little longer with him. To be closer to him. To wait one more day and not be so eager going into Copenhagen, his hometown, and see all his friends and family. Maybe then, Cliff would be alive. Maybe then, it never would’ve happened. 

Not often do I cry

fattymcthrashington:

thunderfuq:

cockismybusiness:

newkid96:

creepindddeath:

After the accident and the death of Cliff

I feel horrible while looking at this pic..:[ just look at them..poor lars with no his shoes on…

… Lars is completely lost. I’m just.. He’s like in a completely different place from the other two. And look at the other two- they emanate hostility and anger.

Can we just talk about this for a second?

Sometime ago an asshole made a post about how Lars should have died instead of Cliff. Yeah, it was super fucked up of this person, not only for thinkng you could talk like that about someone else- but because calling itself a true fan for loving Cliff and hating Lars when Metallica was about to die the moment Cliff left.

And who kept the other two, James and Kirk, who were emotionally broken and complete lost bullets after Cliff’s death, calm? Who took care of them? It was Lars. He was just as broken as them- but he tried to compose himslf and make sure the other two were okay.

He’s the one who moved heaven and earth for them, for Cliff, for Metallica. He didn’t want Cliff’s, James and Kir’s and his own dreams to die right there, so he kept going on, always with Cliff in the band with them, always.

James himself said it, he wouldn’t be where he was if it wasn’t because of Lars. None of them would.

This is probably one of the few pictures that would show Lars in weakness during that time. 

And it breaks my heart so much.

Just to make this a little sadder, for those who don’t know:

Lars and Cliff were drifting away as friends before the last gigs they ever did as a band. Cliff was closer to James and Kirk than he was to Lars. 

Before and around the last gig in Stockholm, they began to rekindle their friendship. 

They were the last two people on the bus.

As a band, they watched a movie together, before drawing cards.

They were the last two people asleep. 

Lars fell asleep last. 

Lars ran out first.

Lars ran back. 

Lars found Cliff last.

While James walked off in a rage to find the black ice and Kirk cried in hysterics, Lars sat in the snow, in his underwear, staring at Cliff’s legs, until the ambulance arrived.

Lars and James sat in the same room when the doctor came in to tell them Cliff passed.

And the words Lars said to the doctor, when the doctor said, “your friend didn’t make it”—

"He’s not our friend. He’s our brother.

You will always hear Kirk and James talk about Cliff in fondness. James the most. But Lars will not. Not only because he and Cliff were not as close towards the end of Cliff’s life, but because he will not dwell on a past he can’t change, else it will drag him deep into a depression he will never be able to dig himself out of. Because he would do anything to bring Cliff back. To make him not go into that bunk. To stay up a little longer with him. To be closer to him. To wait one more day and not be so eager going into Copenhagen, his hometown, and see all his friends and family. Maybe then, Cliff would be alive. Maybe then, it never would’ve happened. 

Not often do I cry

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glory-seeker-trends:

Another great person and incredible musician gone too soon. Chuck Schuldiner also inspired me to do great things and learn so much through music. RIP Chuck

glory-seeker-trends:

Another great person and incredible musician gone too soon. Chuck Schuldiner also inspired me to do great things and learn so much through music. RIP Chuck

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I started something.
To the Prince, To the King.
November. @totheprincetotheking
Thanks @wilmcginnis for this logo #poetry #spokenword #totheprincetotheking #happy