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NBK will be the ultimate revenge, to our shitlists, the pigs, everyone! We’ll fuckin ‘take care of business’ to be sure, So Indigo, as we near the day of fate … AAAA FUCKIT! Just let it come. They will know when gods get pissed of … the little pussies will feel the shotgun shells & the bullets. Just like that little piglet at community service. They need to die sooo bad. Now they will

Dylan Klebold (a.k.a VoDkA)  (via serialkillersschoolshooters)

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fave Eric quote 

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what do you think dylan and eric would feel about their admirers? deep inside i think eric would have appreciate it but i somehow feel that dylan would be uncomfortable. and sorry if you have been ask this question before.

Oh, don’t be sorry. If I’ve gotten a question before, I’ll link you to the answer and maybe add something to it.. It’s no big deal, really. =) But I didn’t get this one before!

I originally wanted to give a regular response to this, but my imagination ran away with me for a second over here so I hope you appreciate this.. ;) (And, yeah, I did mellow them out a bit because I think they’d hug just about everyone over here once they’d recovered from the shock..)

Eric: V! Come check this out, dude.

Dylan: What is it now.. *sighs*

Eric: We have followers! Admirers! Dude, they’re fucking everywhere! Look at them. *big proud smile* And they’re quoting us, and everything!

Dylan: *reads a few things, goes a little pale* Dude, they have my journal. They weren’t meant to get that. Why do they have this? I didn’t write this for an audience..

Eric: *rolls eyes* Get over it, come on, they’re loving the whole thing.. Gotta say, I get the guy who wrote that I was the psycho of the two of us a lot better now. Love, dude, really? That’s it? I’m sitting here talking about the world’s demise and you’re writing love letters..? *shakes head*

Dylan: *mumbles something*

Eric: Dude, that’s fucking genius though. Divide and conquer and all that. They’ve got me for the explosions and you for the hugs, right?

Dylan: *reads on silently, trying to change the subject* Uhm, dude. There’s a drawing. Of us.

Eric: *turns back to screen excitedly yakking on about how he knows the drawing will be godlike, then blanches at the sight* Is that.. you and me.. *squints* Are we kissing?

Dylan: *nods silently*

Eric: Fuck this shit.. No offense, dude, but.. ew. Ewww. What the fuck. What the fuck is this..

Dylan: They have stories, too. This one’s nice, about us going shopping and stuff? Oh, wait, how about this one..?

Both: *read on silently, Eric still grumbling, then get mirrored looks of disbelief on their faces*

Eric: *stops reading, looks at Dylan* Is that even anatomically possible?

Dylan: *still reading* What are they doing with that gun over there.. oh. OH! *grabs nearest chair, sinks down into it* I’ve seen it all, dude. I’ve seen it all. What..

Eric: When I said we were gonna have followers because we’re so fucking godlike, I didn’t quite mean.. *gestures at screen with one hand*

Dylan: They seem nice, though, dude. Apart from all the crazy stuff they have going on about us, that is. They get us. They know what we were talking about and they are keeping us alive, right..?

Eric: Yeah, yeah, yeah.. *turns back, squints at user icons* They’re all so fucking pretty, too, look at them! Dude, we hit the fucking jackpot. We’re dead and we have more game than the live dudes do. *laughs* Why couldn’t we have met them earlier, huh?

Dylan: So, uhm, let’s just take the crazy stuff in stride then.. go see them when they’ve lived out long and good lives, give them a hug or something and say “thanks for quoting so much from my very private journal”?

Eric: You’re expecting me to go to a ninety-year-old woman and go “hey, remember me? I’m the dead dude you really liked back when you were fifteen? Want a hug?”..

Dylan: .. yeah? Dude, why not. Least we can do, right? They’re all we’ve got right now. And by the looks of it, they get quite a lot of shit for liking us that much too. Might not be the admirers you thought about having, but they’re pretty good people..

Eric: Could be worse, yeah. So, hugs for everyone.. They’re gonna be so disappointed, dude. They’ll think I’ll have gone soft in my old age or something. I should be up in their faces cussing them out for spending time on us at all.

Dylan: Dude, you’re forever eighteen.. what old age was that again.. *trails off, shakes head* Let them spend some hours with us.. No harm in it when they don’t forget to live at the same time. We’ve hit a very scary but also very nice jackpot over here.

Eric: We have people remembering us, dude. That’s gold. *happy smile*

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My favorite joke is life

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So freakin Godlike.

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“You may be saying ‘well what makes you so different?’. I have something only me and V have: SELF AWARENESS. Call it existentialism or whatever the fuck you want.”

🔥Eric Harris + Fire Moodboard🔥

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You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean you were kind…

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Be faster than my bullet.

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when i hear the word vodka