Rest in peace, Mitch Lucker.Just wanted to make this quick writing to tell you guys that Mitch Lucker from Suicide Silence passed away the morning of November 1st. He had an accident in the night of October 31st. I know a lot of you may know already since it was posted all over twitter & facebook, but wanted to write this anyways. He was a great singer & a lot of people admired him, myself included. I know for a fact that a lot of his friends, fans & specially his family were affected by this sudden cause of effects & I am deeply sad to know how this happen. I'm pretty sure his little girl will miss him a lot. My thoughts go to his family, friends & fans. May he rest in peace.
Asking Alexandria Quotes!If you've seen any/have any quotes from Asking Alexandria, submit them into the comments and I'll get them into this blog entry thing.Asking Alexandria Quotes!4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Lol. These are all of the quotes that I've got so far. If you've got anymore, please share. (:
"I fucking love Bruno Mars. People are like, ‘That faggot, he’s a gay pop singer,’ but he’s a really talented musician. His voice is incredible. Why would I not appreciate and enjoy what he’s doing?” -Ben Bruce
"I want to impregnate somebody on this tour." -Danny Worsnop
“A sniffing dog came and sat in front of me, and I was like, ‘Oh, he’s my friend now,’ so I was stroking the dog, and these agents at the airport said, ‘Don’t touch the dog’ and whisked me off.” -Ben Bruce
“If we stopped for a minute to evaluate what we’re doing, we’d probably second-guess ourselves, and that would be disastrous." -Ben Bruce
“Two days in, we sat down an
Closure.Closure.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Yeah, thank you, Orlando!" said the nine year old Danny in front of his mirror. Hair spiked and a brush as a microphone. "You ruled!" Danny looked at the stuffed animals he laid out. He made phony sound effects as if they were loads of people screaming in a stadium.
"Thank you, St. Louis!" said the twenty-two year old Danny into the microphone. The stadium was surely filled with 20,000 screaming fans or more. "You were fuckin' awesome!" He held his hands in the air like he could touch the sky, smiling wide down at his wonderful fans. "Goodnight!"
"Oh! Hi, fan!" Danny said, using his own voice. "What would you like?"
"Oh my goodness, it's Danny Worsnop!" Danny said using a fake voice as one of his stuffed animals. He picked up another stuffed animal as him.
"Oh my gosh, can I have your autograph and picture?" He then pulled out a piece of paper and a purple marker. He simply said, "Of course," before writing his name. Giving one to every toy.
"Holy fucking hell, its Danny
Breaking The Habit.Breaking The Habit.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Like opening the wound.
I'm picking me apart again,
It was lonely in here, I felt so small in this room, locked up with no one to see, no one to talk to. I was alone with just a bed, and a bathroom. Nothing more, they didn't trust me. I didn't blame them. He was the reason I was in here, he was the reason I was like this. He was happy, and it killed me to see him having a good time without me.
You all assume,
I'm safe here in my room.
Unless I try to start again,
I always got depressed when Danny was away from me, when he went out or for whatever reason. I'd do self-harm to myself, and stayed quiet about the pain I was going through.
But that's not what killed me the most. A month ago he came to me and said we needed to start seeing other people. I didn't understand, I thought he loved me; I thought we were going to stay together till we grew old, and died together.
A part of me died, and that just caused for my depression to deepen, my self-harm to get