The Great Eliot Spencer

gnostic-forest:

leiasong:

Doodling what I feel like everyday is just so damn hard, but my psychologist told me to express myself, so yeah 

This is what anxiety feels like, fuck me

This just reminds me of the boy from Soul Eater, his blood be his weapon.

Yeah…

Clearly not the case for me…

my-life-for-fucking-hire:

So, this is me hugging Austin Carlile. I just met them yesterday, and I’m never going to forget it. When it was my turn to meet the band, the first thing I saw was Austin sitting on a stool, smiling. I immediately started tearing up, and he asked me in the most gentle voice if I wanted a hug. Of course, i said yes. While he hugged me, he whispered, “it’s okay.” He also told me that I’m really tiny, and to stay away from the pits because he doesn’t want me to get hurt. He signed my poster, and passed it down to the next band member. I gave him my binder of letters that I collected from fans who might not have a chance to meet them. He got so excited over it. Before I moved to Tino, I asked Austin if he could do me a favor, to which he replied yes. I bought my friend a meet & greet pass before i found out he didn’t have a ticket. The show was sold out. I asked Austin if there was any way he could let him in, and there was. Austin put him on the guest list without a second thought. I thanked him & moved onto Tino. I gave him a hug and told him that he’s my favorite drummer and he got really excited. Aaron gave me the biggest hug. Phil was next. He told me that I have a cool name. I told him that I met him at Warped, and that he gave me the shirt I was wearing. He said it looked really nice on me. Alan was last. He also commented on how small I am. Before I left, I remembered that I typed a letter on my phone that I wanted them to read. I gave it to each member to read for themselves. It explained how in the past year alone, I’ve suffered from really bad depression, a mild eating disorder, an extreme addiction to self-harm, and how I’ve attempted suicide 3 times. They all looked genuinely upset when they read it. Tino hugged me again, and told me that he loves me and that things won’t be bad forever. Phil told me that my story is really sad, and he hopes that things get better. Aaron told me to keep my chin up. Alan told me that he’s happy that the band could help me. Austin pulled me in for another hug, and whispered in my ear, “We all love you. I love you. Things will get better, you’ll be okay. We’re always going to be here for you, okay? We love you.” I immediately started crying really hard. I thanked them all again, and left crying. I didn’t stop for at least 20 minutes. When I got home from the show, I threw one of my razors out. I still have plenty more, but it’s a start. I may not have the most dramatic or exciting story from meeting Of Mice & Men, but it was honestly the happiest moment of my life. I never met a band that cares about their fans so much. If you think that they’re all about money or fame, you’re so fucking wrong. This band saved my life, and I owe them everything.
Of Mice & Men: saving lives since 2009.

Please keep the story with the picture. Don’t delete it. c:

georgetakei:

Holy cow! Friends, we’ve all had bad days but you can rest assured that it’s not as bad as his. 

latenightjimmy:

georgetakei:

Feeling the holiday spirit. Oh myyy.

Us too, George. Us too.