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Derived from emo as a subculture label, and retard used as a derogatory statement not peticularly connected to mental inability. Used most commonly by those who hate emo kids because they use stereotypes against everyone they meet.
An 'emotard' is inflicted with the same (false) connotations as emo because of the media and a respectively small percentage of emo kids who do fit the stereotype, to fit in with their peers.
-over emotive
-cries alot
-cuts themselves to show people
-writes poetry/songs
-is in an emo (hardcore/softcore) band
-wears emo fashion'
Many emo kids have taken the name in good humour and use it between friends with no negative connotations.
An 'emotard' is inflicted with the same (false) connotations as emo because of the media and a respectively small percentage of emo kids who do fit the stereotype, to fit in with their peers.
-over emotive
-cries alot
-cuts themselves to show people
-writes poetry/songs
-is in an emo (hardcore/softcore) band
-wears emo fashion'
Many emo kids have taken the name in good humour and use it between friends with no negative connotations.
"Go away and cry you emotard, and listen to some real music like metal!"
"Hey fellow emotard! How was the maths exam?"
"Hey fellow emotard! How was the maths exam?"
by Goffboy's Dictionary on Life July 24, 2008
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"When Gerald showed up last night, he totally defunked the party."
"Who defunk your high? You seemed okay an hour ago."
"Who defunk your high? You seemed okay an hour ago."
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Get the shoregasm mug.1. Sex with someone involved in law; IE a Judge.
2. Sexually excitment at law-related language.
3. The feeling after winning a court case.
2. Sexually excitment at law-related language.
3. The feeling after winning a court case.
"That barister was an amazing screw. Lawgasm overload!"
"I charge you with the offence of high treason,"
"Ohoooooo-oh, don't stop!"
"the jury find the defendant.."
"Boohay! Totally lawgasm after winning custody of the kids!"
"I charge you with the offence of high treason,"
"Ohoooooo-oh, don't stop!"
"the jury find the defendant.."
"Boohay! Totally lawgasm after winning custody of the kids!"
by Goffboy's Dictionary on Life January 13, 2006
Get the lawgasm mug.Lead singer of the band evanescence that began in 2000, though only really got big in 2002-3.
Their Ablums to date are:
-Evanescence EP
-Whisper EP
-Origin (2000)
-Fallen (2002)
Their works include:
-bring me to life
-going under
-my immortal
-everybody's fool
-breathe no more
She also did a duet with her ex, the lead singer of seether.
They are usually classed as rock, but sometimes as obscure genres e.g. 'new-age-goth-pop'.
Their Ablums to date are:
-Evanescence EP
-Whisper EP
-Origin (2000)
-Fallen (2002)
Their works include:
-bring me to life
-going under
-my immortal
-everybody's fool
-breathe no more
She also did a duet with her ex, the lead singer of seether.
They are usually classed as rock, but sometimes as obscure genres e.g. 'new-age-goth-pop'.
by Goffboy's Dictionary on Life January 13, 2006
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"We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay,and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like he news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay,and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like he news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
by Goffboy's Dictionary on Life July 8, 2005
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