Dry Humor And Existential Anxiety

24 Norman, OK You can just call me Cailin I'm just your average metalhead, making it through life one day at a time. I

[forthosewhowouldlisten]

Oh man, Five Finger Death Punch has gotten so formulaic I spent the last five minutes trying to find a song I'd made up but was convinced was real. Sad times.

[forthosewhowouldlisten]

Note To Self

Replace the word "thief" with "Bagginses" at all available opportunities.

[forthosewhowouldlisten]

Pretty sure the nerdiest thing about me is I just started really smoking pot at 24.

Goddamn.

[feministism]

[signals-of-anxiety]

Send an angel to pull me from the hell below, This weight is far too much to hold, And this body doesn’t feel like home Send an angel, I feel I’m dying all alone, So lift me up or let me go, ‘Cause this body doesn’t feel like home…

[forthosewhowouldlisten]

If I have to somehow provide the money myself for Breaking Benjamin to enter the studio and record a cover of Hurt, I fucking will.

[forthosewhowouldlisten]

I've listened to nothing but the new Breaking Benjamin album since Friday.

Send help.

[joshthenative-deactivated202301]

Gif maker: @erraticvision

[darkmegaexe]

Tool - Pushit

Requested by crimsonfiend

[pochowek]

Accept her

[chuckletons]

[feazelbal]

Fool…!

[lord-kitschener]

I still accept her

[unintendedblackhole]

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful? What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful? What of the righteous? What of the charitable?  What of the truthful, the dutiful, the decent?

Doomed are the poor; Doomed are the peaceful; Doomed are the meek; Doomed are the merciful;

For the word is now death,  And the word is now without light; The new beatitude,  “Fuck the doomed; you’re on your own”

[we-suffer-and-they-witness]

Audience Of One - Rise Against

[moondropbloom-blog]

[no-place-like-here]

[mysoundphantom]

[iandsax]

runaway, but what are we running from?

[jnpotter]

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Not about to try Time to please no one The first and last begins You mutter, you child You should ask for more Tired of being your no one Fame can’t hurt my soul You mutter, you child Leave This is not for real Forever pleasing someone The first and last begins You martyr, you child You martyr, you child Leave