Little tough guys. Cute Rottweiler puppies.
nu-metal is a very varied genre completely unified at being annoyed by your parents and it’s so varied I constantly find myself debating if bands are truly numetal but you know what they are all. they all understand i’m mad at mom.
Literally all real metal fans agree with this sentiment 100%
Nu metal is like the pop version of metal and its garbage
me going to your blog to give you hate:
me when Nightwish started playing on your AutoPlay and I realized I already won this argument:
Yelle - A Cause Des Garcons
Yesterday I attended a protest against Columbus Day in Los Angeles. The rally started on Olvera Street across the way from Union Station then to the cathedral in downtown L.A. We stood in front of the church for a half an hour, preaching of what obscenities the church allowed against the indigenous people of the Americas. The church was also built on sacred land.
While we were there, there was a group of white people staring at us as we protested on the other side of the street. A little whitey mocked us while the ignorant white girls sneered. An old white man we nicknamed Skip shouted “Boo!” while our words were said through the microphone of the injustice the church brought upon 100 million people.
Later, we marched with our signs held high to the Columbus statue in Grand Park of downtown L.A. It was set there in the park in 1976 (first picture of the set), the plaque stating the Columbus discovered America and is a “legend among immortals”. We returned to Olvera street where there were dancers celebrating the indigenous people that were once here.
It was hot but it was worth marching for this—to change Columbus Day just as Seattle has done. There should be no holiday marking a terrorist and murderer.
Happy Indigenous Day!
"am I getting slightly gay vibes from her or am I wishing I was getting gay vibes from her?" my autobiography
my dad just gave me a picture of himself at a club in punta del este, uruguay with chris squire (Yes bass player) when he used to own clubs and organize concerts back in the mid 80’s.
underneath the deck.
boards the sinking ship.
Swim out into the end.
I’ll stay by your side
looking for the tide that
brings us back,
or a flare to lead the night.
Waiting for a sound
louder than the howling
of an ever-slowing heart,
grabbing waves that hug the light.
hiding in plain sight,
laid to rest,
with a crashing fist of surge and regret,
the undetermined emptiness
leaving cracks that trap the way
in its feebleness.
We’re cradled by the
swaying of permanence,
by the comfort of known hands and dry land
you amaze me with those eyes
you awash me in the sand
swallows me whole
in its feebleness.