#reasontobe

[aboutjanything]

Weldings bells. Lol. With @chikkosangil #yayday #reasontobe #happy

[sever29alexandru]

Throne Of Chaos - Reason To Be Throne of Chaos were a heavy metal band from Espoo, Finland, active from 1996 to 2005. Their early sound, as recorded on their debut album Menace and Prayer, has been described as melodic death metal, having musical characteristics reminiscent of fellow Finns Children of Bodom. For their second album, Pervertigo, the band migrated to a sound more heavily influenced by thrash and power metal. For their final album, the progressive-leaning Loss Angeles, released on InsideOut Music, the band shortened their name from Throne of Chaos to TOC. Taneli Kiljunen originally performed all vocals before damaging his throat and being unable to sing for an extended period. Because of this, Pervertigo was performed with the help of two session vocalists: Pasi Nykänen, also of Warmen, and Niklas Isfeldt, vocalist with Dream Evil, and Pure X. For Loss Angeles, Tuomas Nieminen was added to the band with Taneli offering occasional bursts of harsh vocals. Despite the radical evolution of their sound over their decade of existence, as well as favourable reviews for their final album, the band, unable to make commercial headway, called it quits in August 2005.

[tumblesofmylife]

Mon Raison d'etre.

He looks at me , like the stars look down upon us every night, lighting up the deep, vast of black sky, me,glowing under his shine

Taking my breath away, his coy smile ,soft ,juicy, pink rosy lips curve upwards resembling a fold of a rose petal,a thin line,

,lusciously darker rouge on the insides,fading into a lighter blush , open,to reveal a dazzling set of white pearls,with a prominent canine.

 Pale cheeks, rise against his face, adding to the miniscule lines, at the edge of his eyes, round pools of liquid mood, with a drop of liquid copper,blazing.

Soft locks of black, more than a few waves  ,flitted across his fore head, framing his crown beautifully with that chiseled jaw, with my heart pacing.

The curve of his nose,the feel of his temple,his tiny stubble on his chin,all those features, amazingly sharp,come hitting me,like a wrecking ball.

Each elevation, ridge and crevice of his divine face, exploded in front of my eyes,crystal clear, my chest,on a heave and fall.

His scent , reminiscent,lavender mixed with the scent of the first rain on the dry scorched land,was dug up from my olfactory memory.

The sound of his voice,resonating ,in my ear, so magnificent, and when he laughs, the vibrations,match the frequency of my heart in a hurry.

And at that moment of  pure clarity,

I understood that he was my raison d'etre,my reason to be.