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~I don't give a care, unless someone is giving one back. If you don't give a care, at least give a small fuck. ~

verasophia123:

Gojira’s concert in Warsaw, Poland. I’m unhappy because I wasn’t at this concert. 

(Photos from metalnews.pl)

strappingyounglil:

My early Valentines present. A home made Gojira patch.
Made from two old pairs of shorts and a white shirt. I know, I don’t get how he does it either.

strappingyounglil:

My early Valentines present. A home made Gojira patch.

Made from two old pairs of shorts and a white shirt. I know, I don’t get how he does it either.

It’s so hard, You know. Why do I miss him and his stupid scruffy face? I mean fuck. There’s things I haven’t told you about, but there’s also all the great times I fail to mention as well. I don’t know. I just hate it. He’s been messaging me, and now I see my messages and there’s his dumb handsome face popping up. Like fuck. Why can’t I see his face and remember the times it got red, and his eyes bulged? Or the time it was in mine, as he was on top of me, choking me on the floor, as he screamed and spat on my face? I still see beauty through it all. I feel like a waste. Who has a heart that allows the same unconditional love for someone so malevolent, yet perfect? My mind plays these games. Honestly. I guess my heart only plays once in a while though, because in the end, it’s the cheater; winning with all the pieces of itself, rather than fighting my brain one on one. It’s not fair. Why can’t my heart back down for once and just fucking listen when my mind knows how bad he is for and to me? My heart still whispers his name with each beat. How can I end this? I need it to. The only conclusion this far is to off myself. But how can I do that when I have so little accomplished? What the fuck is wrong with me?

i-am-here-to-swallow-fire:

artpopp:

i fucking cant

fucking pugs.