burnit-to-the-ground:

Maybe it wasn’t the right decision. It doesn’t matter either way; it’s too late now. He’d gotten everything he needed, and was driving out to the locaton of his choice. As he turned he glanced at the supplies piled on the empty passenger seat. Cardboard, gasoline, and a shirt. Those were the only things he’d brought. After a few more minutes of driving he arrived at his destination, parking his pickup truck and starting to unload some of the wooden planks in the back. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason for what he was about to do. What could it have been, after six long years of carrying this burden, that finally made him snap? He took off the shirt he was wearing, threw it on the ground and poured some gasoline onto it, then surrounded it with cardboard. After that he took the planks, one by one, and stacked them around the cardboard and shirt. He coated the boards with all the gasoline he had. It’s like a giant bonfire, he thought. Like the ones we made back when we went camping. Only bigger. Of course, he had made bigger fires, but for this event a large bonfire would suffice. He adjusted the tank on his back before lighting a piece of the wood. The tongues of fire licked up the sides of planks, slowly making their way to the center. He felt something drip onto his bare chest and came to the realization that he was crying.  He stared at the growing fire for another moment before heading back to the truck, and in the flames he caught a glimpse of a white creeper face on red cloth, being devoured by the thing that he loved. The thing that ruined his life. The thing that turned him into a monster. He opened the door on the passenger side and grabbed the spare shirt, pulling it over his head and then climbing into the drivers seat. As he started  to drive away he glanced in the rearview mirror and looked at the destructive blaze, tearing apart the wood, as it had in the same location once before. He drove aimlessly for hours, only knowing that he had to get as far away as he could. At some point he ditched the flamethrower in a dumpster behind a convenience store. He hadn’t yet decided on a name, but from now on he would be something other than Steven, something other than Ze. He’d never contact any of those people again, the murderers he’d once called his friends. Not even Anthony. He’d leave it all behind him, he’d decided, and start anew. When he fell asleep in the backseat that night, he saw the fire in his dreams, the charred cloth of his most prized possesion. In the same place as his parents’ ashes, so would rest the ashes of his old life.

  #oh yeah this happened yesterday  

burnit-to-the-ground:

Maybe it wasn’t the right decision. It doesn’t matter either way; it’s too late now. He’d gotten everything he needed, and was driving out to the locaton of his choice. As he turned he glanced at the supplies piled on the empty passenger seat. Cardboard, gasoline, and a shirt. Those were the only things he’d brought. After a few more minutes of driving he arrived at his destination, parking his pickup truck and starting to unload some of the wooden planks in the back. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason for what he was about to do. What could it have been, after six long years of carrying this burden, that finally made him snap? He took off the shirt he was wearing, threw it on the ground and poured some gasoline onto it, then surrounded it with cardboard. After that he took the planks, one by one, and stacked them around the cardboard and shirt. He coated the boards with all the gasoline he had. It’s like a giant bonfire, he thought. Like the ones we made back when we went camping. Only bigger. Of course, he had made bigger fires, but for this event a large bonfire would suffice. He adjusted the tank on his back before lighting a piece of the wood. The tongues of fire licked up the sides of planks, slowly making their way to the center. He felt something drip onto his bare chest and came to the realization that he was crying.  He stared at the growing fire for another moment before heading back to the truck, and in the flames he caught a glimpse of a white creeper face on red cloth, being devoured by the thing that he loved. The thing that ruined his life. The thing that turned him into a monster. He opened the door on the passenger side and grabbed the spare shirt, pulling it over his head and then climbing into the drivers seat. As he started  to drive away he glanced in the rearview mirror and looked at the destructive blaze, tearing apart the wood, as it had in the same location once before. He drove aimlessly for hours, only knowing that he had to get as far away as he could. At some point he ditched the flamethrower in a dumpster behind a convenience store. He hadn’t yet decided on a name, but from now on he would be something other than Steven, something other than Ze. He’d never contact any of those people again, the murderers he’d once called his friends. Not even Anthony. He’d leave it all behind him, he’d decided, and start anew. When he fell asleep in the backseat that night, he saw the fire in his dreams, the charred cloth of his most prized possesion. In the same place as his parents’ ashes, so would rest the ashes of his old life.

  #friendly reminder that this happened earlier    #goodbye everyone    #and of course    #goodbye ze  

Maybe it wasn’t the right decision. It doesn’t matter either way; it’s too late now. He’d gotten everything he needed, and was driving out to the locaton of his choice. As he turned he glanced at the supplies piled on the empty passenger seat. Cardboard, gasoline, and a shirt. Those were the only things he’d brought. After a few more minutes of driving he arrived at his destination, parking his pickup truck and starting to unload some of the wooden planks in the back. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason for what he was about to do. What could it have been, after six long years of carrying this burden, that finally made him snap? He took off the shirt he was wearing, threw it on the ground and poured some gasoline onto it, then surrounded it with cardboard. After that he took the planks, one by one, and stacked them around the cardboard and shirt. He coated the boards with all the gasoline he had. It’s like a giant bonfire, he thought. Like the ones we made back when we went camping. Only bigger. Of course, he had made bigger fires, but for this event a large bonfire would suffice. He adjusted the tank on his back before lighting a piece of the wood. The tongues of fire licked up the sides of planks, slowly making their way to the center. He felt something drip onto his bare chest and came to the realization that he was crying.  He stared at the growing fire for another moment before heading back to the truck, and in the flames he caught a glimpse of a white creeper face on red cloth, being devoured by the thing that he loved. The thing that ruined his life. The thing that turned him into a monster. He opened the door on the passenger side and grabbed the spare shirt, pulling it over his head and then climbing into the drivers seat. As he started  to drive away he glanced in the rearview mirror and looked at the destructive blaze, tearing apart the wood, as it had in the same location once before. He drove aimlessly for hours, only knowing that he had to get as far away as he could. At some point he ditched the flamethrower in a dumpster behind a convenience store. He hadn’t yet decided on a name, but from now on he would be something other than Steven, something other than Ze. He’d never contact any of those people again, the murderers he’d once called his friends. Not even Anthony. He’d leave it all behind him, he’d decided, and start anew. When he fell asleep in the backseat that night, he saw the fire in his dreams, the charred cloth of his most prized possesion. In the same place as his parents’ ashes, so would rest the ashes of his old life.

  #in case this wasnt clear    #he is gone    #he's decided to change and reinvent himself    #bye bye ze    #i'm going to miss you  
palmcockatoo:

whatisaidnothing:

RANT TIME MOTHERFUCKERS
Okay, this is making me fucking sick.You may have seen a “life hack” post going around telling you that this fruit called the Garcinia Cambogia has some “magic” ability to boost your metabolism by 300%. THIS IS FALSE AND THIS FRUIT CAN ACTUALLY DAMAGE YOUR LIVER. The post states that the fruit cannot be bought in stores because it’s “too effective,” but it provides a link to a website where you can apparently order them. I’m not sure it’s even legal to sell them online, so I’d strongly suggest not buying them.
Garcinia Cambogia (or Garcinia Gummi-Gutta) can NOT be used as a way to lose weight, and does NOT BOOST YOUR METABOLISM BY 300%; in fact, it could even give you Hepatotoxicity, WHICH IS THE REASON IT WAS DRAWN OFF THE MARKET - NOT BECAUSE IT WAS “TOO EFFECTIVE.”
I don’t know where this rumour started, and I don’t know why Lifehackable is trying to make everyone believe it. I believe they were paid, or maybe they’re just too stupid to make a simple Google search.
In 2012, some dude (apparently a television personality) by the alias of Dr. Oz started promoting Garcinia Cambogia extract, claiming it was some some fucking magic weight-loss aid - BUT CLINICAL TRIALS DO NOT SUPPORT THESE CLAIMS! A meta-analysis found a possible small, but short-term weight-loss effect - but it was under 1 kilogram (which is about 2 pounds).
Basically:Don’t buy this fruit.Don’t eat this fruit and don’t tell your friends about this fruit. This fruit doesn’t boost your metabolism, it fucking damages your liver. THERE IS A REASON THESE THINGS CANNOT BE BOUGHT IN STORES.
And it doesn’t even taste good. Rant over.

For those of you asking for my sources:
Here is a WebMD article stating that Garcinia Cambogia can cause nausea, digestive tract discomfort, and headaches.
Here is a Wikipedia article stating that the fruit does not help you lose any significant amount of weight, and that it can give you Hepatotoxicity.
Here is a Slate article stating that Garcinia Cambogia works no better than Placebo.
Here is a WJGNet article about patients contracting Hepatotoxicity after eating the fruit.
And here’s an NCBI article stating the same thing as above.

palmcockatoo:

whatisaidnothing:

RANT TIME MOTHERFUCKERS

Okay, this is making me fucking sick.
You may have seen a “life hack” post going around telling you that this fruit called the Garcinia Cambogia has some “magic” ability to boost your metabolism by 300%. THIS IS FALSE AND THIS FRUIT CAN ACTUALLY DAMAGE YOUR LIVER. The post states that the fruit cannot be bought in stores because it’s “too effective,” but it provides a link to a website where you can apparently order them. I’m not sure it’s even legal to sell them online, so I’d strongly suggest not buying them.

Garcinia Cambogia (or Garcinia Gummi-Gutta) can NOT be used as a way to lose weight, and does NOT BOOST YOUR METABOLISM BY 300%; in fact, it could even give you Hepatotoxicity, WHICH IS THE REASON IT WAS DRAWN OFF THE MARKET - NOT BECAUSE IT WAS “TOO EFFECTIVE.”

I don’t know where this rumour started, and I don’t know why Lifehackable is trying to make everyone believe it. I believe they were paid, or maybe they’re just too stupid to make a simple Google search.

In 2012, some dude (apparently a television personality) by the alias of Dr. Oz started promoting Garcinia Cambogia extract, claiming it was some some fucking magic weight-loss aid - BUT CLINICAL TRIALS DO NOT SUPPORT THESE CLAIMS! A meta-analysis found a possible small, but short-term weight-loss effect - but it was under 1 kilogram (which is about 2 pounds).

Basically:
Don’t buy this fruit.
Don’t eat this fruit and don’t tell your friends about this fruit. This fruit doesn’t boost your metabolism, it fucking damages your liver. THERE IS A REASON THESE THINGS CANNOT BE BOUGHT IN STORES.

And it doesn’t even taste good. Rant over.

For those of you asking for my sources:

Here is a WebMD article stating that Garcinia Cambogia can cause nausea, digestive tract discomfort, and headaches.

Here is a Wikipedia article stating that the fruit does not help you lose any significant amount of weight, and that it can give you Hepatotoxicity.

Here is a Slate article stating that Garcinia Cambogia works no better than Placebo.

Here is a WJGNet article about patients contracting Hepatotoxicity after eating the fruit.

And here’s an NCBI article stating the same thing as above.

  #wELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS KIDS    #WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT LIFEHACK  
eeyore blesses everyone
eeyore: welcome to the da-histic faith
The actual Tony Stark: jfd
eeyore: you can no longer eat canned vegetables
The actual Tony Stark: what
eeyore: that is against our religion
Brynannakai: father forgive me for I have sinned
eeyore: have you eaten canned vegetables?
The actual Tony Stark: i have never
Brynannakai: i ate a pea that may have been from a can.
Brynannakai: im not sure
Brynannakai: i found it on the ground
eeyore: hailee is pure. we should all strive to be like hailee.
  #puppetsofchaos    #also hailee    #only on skype  
Yes: seamoose
Yes: das him
The actual Tony Stark: das semus
Yes: das him
The actual Tony Stark: da hism
The actual Tony Stark: wow
The actual Tony Stark: okay\\
The actual Tony Stark: jsa;'
Yes: nice hailee
eeyore: das hism
The actual Tony Stark: i mtures
The actual Tony Stark: oh
Yes: da hism
The actual Tony Stark: when did we
The actual Tony Stark: switch
The actual Tony Stark: to
eeyore: da hism
The actual Tony Stark: group
The actual Tony Stark: what
eeyore: da hism sounds like a religion
eeyore: im da-histic
The actual Tony Stark: lacy and i were
The actual Tony Stark: private chatting
The actual Tony Stark: and
The actual Tony Stark: then megan
The actual Tony Stark: andi was like
The actual Tony Stark: wHat
eeyore: eeyore knocks on your door and invites you to join the da-histic faith
  #puppetsofchaos    #and lacy    #also hailee    #only on skype  

Original illustration by Matthew Ferguson

  #puppetsofchaos  

nepeta-lives:

nepeta-lives:

My school drama club is doing Shrek the Musical. My friends are pressing me to audition, so if this gets 10,000 notes I’ll audition for either Princess Fiona or Lord Farquaad.

I really don’t wanna but I told them that if I got this then sure.

WAIT WHY ARE YOU GUYS ACTUALLY REBLOGGING THIS

puppetsofchaos:

(( so recently a coach at my school was fired for yelling at a sophomore. He supposedly used “coarse and explicit” language.

In my opinion, this is stupid. I can barely name a handful of teachers who have not said a bad word.

So what do my classmates do about this? :

1. They are holding a riot in the commons.
2. They called all the news stations in the state.
3. They are putting up posters.
4. They are selling shirts.

Well then. We are all over the news and 1/4 of the student body is expelled. ))

((sHIT DUDE))

  #ooc  
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Song: Amends
Artist: Touché Amoré
Album: Parting the Sea Between Brightness and Me
Played: 2,847 times.

beldumgium:

Touche Amore - Amends

For what its worth… I’m sorry
And at the end I swear I’m trying.

  #music