You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But…
The fact that this is accurate scares me a little.
Beautiful.
(via aguysmind)
And yea, in the presence of my enemies, I faltered. In the heat of combat, faced with possible victory, my hand shuddered and my stomach tied a knot into itself. Not because I was afraid; not because I thought I would lose. But because, in slaying the other man, I signed my own death warrant as a hero. Because, should my opponent fall, it would only be a matter of time before I was the antagonist.
My fear would be realized. I am become Death.
So I stayed my hand, and lost the battle, lost the woman, lost the war. In turn, I saved a man, and let him cut my own throat.
I like to tell myself it was for the best.
I still remember the feeling of her lips, the curve of her neck. Her eyes. Blue, bright. Full of fire and light. I remember trying to drown her memory in whiskey and beer. I remember trying to burn her memory away with gasoline and tobacco. I remember the smell of the lubricant on the .357 in my mouth.
I remember everything. I will take it to the grave with me. But I will live a long, long life before I go to that grave. I will be dragged to that grave, kicking and howling like the Black Dog taught me.
The wound still aches. A heartache cannot be forgotten until someone has the kindness to warm your soul again. I’m not afraid, though. A death alone would be poetic, and familiar. A death with loved ones left behind would be poetic as well. I carry no regret; I saved a man from losing his daughter. I may have died, but for a greater good that I put at risk.
So I’m happy. Or so I tell myself.
Simplicity is beauty. The less clutter, the more honest the central work, the better.
(via mellowhigh)
tips for flirting: carve your number into a potato and roll it towards eligible females you wish to court with
I like this idea…
Too much risk in the potato being stepped on in a crowded place. Instead, forge a bar from wrought iron, imprint your number into it and then harden the steel.
Show her your love is as strong as good Skyforge Steel.
(Source: inhalers)
Pretty in the old school.
WHY DID YOU PUT YOUR WEAPON TOGETHER SO QUICKLY GUMP?
(via bimmerboy)
