#album: into the wild life

[laromp3]

Scream - Halestorm

[3lkin]

Y'all..... If anything happens to them......  👊 💥💥💥

(who am I kidding they'll all be gone by episode 4)

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Still Life – Carstian Luyckx // Still Life with an Imaginary View – Laurens Craen // The Horror and the Wild – The Amazing Devil

[fourse]

click for better quality </3

[silverlininghills]

dont think abt the fact that self-titled is turning 15 this year

[zelda-of-hyrule-tloz]

Echoes of Wisdom Headcanon Countdown

༺ Day 68▪︎ 32 Left

During Age of Calamity, when she believes King Rhoam to be dead, Zelda realizes she does not resent her father despite believing she should have by every right. She wishes there is time to think about why, but she must focus on commanding the Hyrulean forces (and somewhat the Yiga, too, after they join her).

[kell-be-belle]

Three years ago, I listened to an album not knowing that it would alter the very chemistry of my brain. It sounds absurd, I know, but that doesn't make it any less true. Happy Anniversary to the absolute triumph, the crowning achievement, the magnum opus that is The Horror and the Wild. Here's a little look back at some of the embroideries I've made inspired by it ✨️

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Metallica - Where The Wild Things Are

[muralofsolitude]

alright i had to start with a what happened to the heart summer which involved listening to that album while crying and journaling about my feelings but now i’m having brat summer which is me listening to brat on repeat while doing puzzles

[age-of-moonknight]

Night Moves. Marvel Superheroes: Official Game Adventure (Vol. 1/1990), pg. 19.

Designer: Anthony Herring; Editor: Karen S. Boomgarden; Illustrator: John Statema

[laromp3]

I Like It Heavy - Halestorm

[eyelinertestosterone]

SLAUGHTER-OUT FOR LOVE

[pendraegon]

why is pete wentz important to me?? like him, i was a non white kid who grew up in a very white neighborhood in the chicagoland area and it was exhausting and isolating and so so so lonely it could make your teeth hurt. like him, i’m bipolar and no one has ever quite gotten close to describing what my highs and lows are like, but he’s the only one who has gotten close. (do you know what it's like being so so so manic and you know you're not okay and everything rushes around you and you feel like you're on top of the world but you know it's all a lie? an illusion? do you know what it feels like to plummet down so so so so deep and dark and there's nothing but you and that gaping ache inside of you, reminding you just how hollow and fake you are?) like him, i grew up enthralled and obsessed with rock, punk, the hardcore scene of chicago, and there was nothing and no one there for people like me and people who looked like me in a place and sound that i loved more than anything on earth. i saw him reflected in me and in the most non creepy parasocial way possible, he has been one of the most incredible influences of my life. maybe even one of the possible sunshines of my lifetime for all he is still a stranger to me, and i to him.

[combeauferre]

bastille making grantaire-coded songs is truly forever

[intoxicatinginsanity]

Lately I’ve been reflecting on the concept of friendships, particularly past friendships. It’s just wild to me how someone who was a stranger to you mere moments before a single interaction can become an influential part of your life so quickly. Yet, they can also go back to being strangers just as fast too.

I’ve been cleaning out my old emails; and today I stumbled on a list of song tracks to a CD, that an old friend of mine in high school (who I also had a big ol’ crush on) had made for me.

It was such a sweet memory to revisit, I haven’t seen or talked to him in years.

But, instantaneously all those feelings that had just been filed off somewhere as unimportant, bubbled right back up. I felt all the joy we used to share listening to our burned CD’s, the ways we talked about games and shows for hours too. How we used to hangout together between classes and sneak coffee from the university center next to our school. We had so many adventures and fun times. It had been music though, that created that connection. He was probably the first and only person, I’d met during that time in my life who loved Symphonic Metal as much as I did. It was an instant bond between us; as he didn’t know too many girls at the time, that liked it either haha. And because of him I gained so many favorite new bands. I mean this guy definitely had a hand in how I developed my taste in music over the years for sure haha.

I still have that first burned CD he made for me actually; and I remember how much I laughed my ass off when I read the title he’d scribbled onto the damn thing in sharpie. “Not Metallica”. It was such a silly inside joke between us and few other friends at the time (and I’m pretty sure it ended up being one we beat to death).

Point is, he may not be in my life now; but the small ways he left an impact are still very much present. His finger prints are still all over beautiful pieces of who adult me grew up to be. What a joy it is to be a small part in someone’s life, however fleeting it might have been. We are all constant reminders of the lives lived around us and through us, it’s wonderful is it not?

I hope he’s doing good, and I hope the teenage boy I knew would be proud to know, that I just made a new playlist titled, “Not Metallica”.

[darlinhutchence]

my god hes such a rockstar