"Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity."
- The Gifts of Imperfection, Brené Brown (via thetruesteye)
if i was a doctor

hot guy: i sprained my wrist

me: okay take off your underwear

grungevegan:

"Hello. Right. I wanna say something that I thought I’d never actually talk about. Before we wrote ‘Sempiternal’, I was a fucking drug addict. I was addicted to a drug called ketamine. I was on it for years, and I was fucked off my head. And um. My band wanted to kill me. My parents wanted to kill me. My fucking brother wanted to kill me. Everybody didn’t want to take me too well. But they didn’t. They stood by me, supported me through all that shit. And we wrote sempiternal because of it. And no one fucking knows, no one fucking knows this but I went to rehab for a month. And through that time, as well as my fucking band and my family, you guys were sending me… You had no fucking idea that I was in rehab but you were sending me letters, you were sending me texts, you were sending me fucking emails. And when I got out of rehab, I didn’t want to scream anymore. I wanted to sing it from the fucking rooftops. And it’s all thanks to you. So thank you very much." -Oliver Sykes APMA’s Speech

grungevegan:

"Hello. Right. I wanna say something that I thought I’d never actually talk about. Before we wrote ‘Sempiternal’, I was a fucking drug addict. I was addicted to a drug called ketamine. I was on it for years, and I was fucked off my head. And um. My band wanted to kill me. My parents wanted to kill me. My fucking brother wanted to kill me. Everybody didn’t want to take me too well. But they didn’t. They stood by me, supported me through all that shit. And we wrote sempiternal because of it. And no one fucking knows, no one fucking knows this but I went to rehab for a month. And through that time, as well as my fucking band and my family, you guys were sending me… You had no fucking idea that I was in rehab but you were sending me letters, you were sending me texts, you were sending me fucking emails. And when I got out of rehab, I didn’t want to scream anymore. I wanted to sing it from the fucking rooftops. And it’s all thanks to you. So thank you very much." -Oliver Sykes APMA’s Speech

(via jackbarabangedme)