: “The Klebolds had to have a lot of food for Dylan, whose appetite was…

“The Klebolds had to have a lot of food for Dylan, whose appetite was legendary. He ate breakfast cereal from a metal mixing bowl. And it was nothing for him to eat a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken by himself.

His older brother, Byron, went to a private high school before transferring to Columbine when he was a senior and graduating in 1997.

When Byron moved into an apartment in 1998, Dylan inherited his bedroom. He repainted the room, two black facing walls and two white facing walls with red shutters on the windows. He stocked a miniature refrigerator that had been a 17th birthday gift from the family with candy bars and Dr Pepper.

Dylan hung posters of Roger Clemens and Lou Gehrig on the walls, along with music groups and models. One poster described how to make cocktails.

“And there was your typical teen-age pile of dirty laundry,” Nate said.”

[–]plantsanimals[S] 14 points 1 year ago

What I remember about Klebold. He was tall, like 6’4 and he dressed really weird. combat boots, sunglasses, kmfdm shirts. I remember not knowing what kmfdm was. He was awkward looking, kind of unnattractive I guess. I remember the teacher making him do bear crawls for being late to class constantly. We played this no rules dodge ball game. It was just every man for himself, with like 50 or 60 kids. Him and this really scrawny kid were last and the scrawny kid beat him. for some reason i won’t forget that.

illbegodlike:

possessedbyrebandvodkaa:

“Well well…so much changes… (like ..existence). I understand almost everything now… so close to my love – [edited]. The runes have shown it, she has shown it, i have felt it. I know the meaning of each life: To be loved by yer love, & to be happy with ones self. Only for the gods though (me, [edited] & etc.) The zombies & their society band together & try to destroy what is superior & what they don’t understand & are afraid of. Soon… either ill commit suicide, or I’ll get w. [edited] & it will be NBK for us. My hapiness. her hapiness. NOTHING else matters. Ive been caught w. most of my crimes — xpl drinking, smoking, & the house vandalism & the pipe bombs. If by fate’s choice, [edited] didn’t love me, id slit my wrist & blow up atlanta strapped to my neck. It’s good, understanding. a hard road since my realization, but it gets easier. BUT IT DOESNT! That’s part of existence. Unpredictable. Existence is pure hell & pure heaven at the same time. I will never stop wondering, the lost highway will never end, the music in my head will never stop…It’s all part of existence. The hall will never end. The love will always be here. GOD

I LOVE HER!!! It’s so great to love.”

15 years ago today.

Le sigh ♥

TDS

*darkly chuckles*

“Can I borrow your left glove, please?” The ever polite, soft spoken Dyl.

The observant eyes behind the shades. Quiet boy on his last lunch break in this “existence”.