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dave mustaine w/ jeff young

some old/new doodles of Dqve sluttimustystaine

what's my biggest fear? why, thank you for asking.

one day realizing that i don't remember the names of the girls i sit with at lunch. one day realizing i don't remember the names of the kids in my classes. one day realizing i don't remember what my friends really looked like. realizing i don't remember their favorite colours. or where they're from. or what their favorite class is. who their favorite teacher is.

realizing i don't know where the girls i sit with at lunch are right now. if they've had kids. if they've gotten married. what they're studying. what they studied. what they're job is. if they've traveled. if they've left the country. if they've moved streets or towns or counties or states.

realizing that time has drawn us apart. currently we are an interwoven thread, every single one of us so much of the other, every single one of the other so much of us, but in 5 years or 10 or 15 - we might be strangers. realizing that time had strung us together, made us all so important to one another, just to pull us apart slowly. to make us memories. photographs. old texts. saved snapchats. journal entries.

my biggest fear is time - pulling me along a path that i have absolutely no choice but to follow. no choice to stop and change. what i do, i do. what i did, i did.

He is so me

This image you see here seems totally harmless at first, untill I tell you the story behind what it REALLY means...

See, years ago when I was younger than I am right now, I had a hamster named Jimmy (short for Jimmothy). He was a hamster with many hopes and aspirations that, sadly, he never had the time to follow through with; such as his abandoned rock opera project. Jimmy never had the time for anything due to his unfortunate bowl situation. I had to be very careful with what I fed Jimmy, sometimes his normal hamster food would cause irreparable damage to his colon! He certainly was smart for a ham, but not smart enough to predict what was going to happen to him next...

See, one morning I took Jimmy outside for a quick walk (we did this routine walk around our neighborhood every other day because the vet told me it would strengthen his collapsed large intestine). While I was distracted by one of my evil neighbors who decided to strike up conversation, Jimmy got loose from his shackles. Actually, he didn't break free, someone or some THING took him!!! I saw a trail of poop going into the woods, I KNEW he was out there... So I ran home as fast as I could to prepare. I got my miniature ambulance and my caltrop from my cabinet and prepared a bowl of pop corn to soothe myself before I went to battle with the beast that took Jimmy. But the SCARIEST thing happened........

When I came back from peeing I walked to my table where I had set down my pop corn, but it wasn't there? I had sworn I left my pop corn on the table, but in case I was wrong I had searched my home for the bowl. Under the table, above the table, left of the table, around the table, it was nowhere to be seen. That's when I remembered there was one last place I hadn't checked, Jimmy's cellar. So I went down into Jimmy's cellar, shaking and tearing up at the thought of him, and that's when I saw IT. Perched on top of my delicious bowl of pop corn was some sort of demonic mutation that took the form of Jimmy. It was hairless and wrinkly, much like my balls. It looked up at me with a piece of pop corn in its tiny palms. I whipped out my cellular device, my slimey hands almost caused me to drop it, and I snapped the very photo above this post.

When I slipped my phone back into my pocket, I confronted Jimmy. "Give me back my POP CORN!!!!!!!!!!" I spoke, softly. Jimmy just shat there, only occasionally shoving a piece of pop corn into his hideous mouth. That's when I knew, I had truly lost him....

So I pulled out my mini gun and shot him. It was the only thing I could do.

4 months later, I still think about Jimmy... And what I had to do for the sake of ALL humankind... It haunts me. It truly haunts me. So please, share my story so the world can see the TRUTH.

RIP Jimmy ❤️‍🩹🦅 he was racist

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Devil woman 🦇🪦⛓️🩸

This pic has insane metal album cover potential

It's an ugly picture of me but a pretty picture in general so it took courage posting ngl

Urghh.. is there.. something in my hair..?

Me as a zombie XP credit to @r0si3squak for the inspo

My cute little drawing 🫀 (〃▽〃)

Open to criticism! XP

There’s nothing I love more than classic, vintage, old school photos, especially when they celebrate my favorite holiday, Halloween. I have the most vivid memories as a child when Halloween would approach. To this day, I still love scary, frightening, and horror related things. The costumes scream terror and spookiness, which is what Halloween is all about. Another reason why I appreciate the classic costumes is the authenticity and original creativity of them. They are homemade, creepy, mysterious, and raw. The costumes are iconic images of what we naturally fear the most. Our society has come to celebrate altered, grotesquely fictional images. It is nice to see classic, fear-provoking icons as the staple as the image of Halloween. 

A collection of 26 nightmarish vintage Halloween photos from the 1930s.

what tags do i blacklist so i can never scroll too fast and shit my pants like this again

I just had an idea: Slenderman having a inkblot that resembles eyes and a mouth. Like a fake face. Like how moths make camouflage with their wings that kinda look like a face.

I'm sure someone has already thought of this but I had to draw it

here's a quick sketch

different versions cause I can't decide