Tears Of Reflection is a 5 piece post-hardcore/screamo band from South Wales, U.K. The band consists of Dual vocalists ( 1 screamer, and 1 normal singer) a bassist, a guitarist, and a drummer.
In 2011 the band are playing festivals such as greenbelt, and Rheola festival.
Tears of reflection to play greenbelt 2011
When an individual's back hurts but says it's his or her bicep that has torn
Johann: My back hurts
Zaid: What happened
Johann: I tore my bicep so my back hurts
Zaid: Doing what?
Johann: I was gardening while having the big gay sex with your mom
Zaid: Makes sense
Johann: When an individual's back hurts but says it's his or her bicep that has torn
Zaid: Ahhhhh ur bicep tear makes sense now
n. The physical manifestation of the emotional upheaval caused by the realisation that centuries of evolving democratic justice have been brutally erased by a tyrant.
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Why are you crying little one?
The spirits of truth and democracy lie in the ashes. I cry justice tears.
I told you not to watch Game of Thrones.
Buffalo tears....are fake tears with really no tears at all ..someone not really crying but making there voice sound like they r crying and wiping there nose like they r crying...
Buffalo tears....is someone acting like they r crying with no tears at all
Buffalo tears.....are someone bullshiting someone else with fake tears
Tell me u sae that....that kid wasnt upset at all getting caught lying....he sounded upset but did u see his face not a tear one....he had buffalo tears...he just bullshit you
To shake hands with the Bishop with superlative and potentially damaging vigour. The phrase is based on the case of a man who had to go to ER with lung trauma, self-inflicted via an excessive Barclays.
Can also be employed to describe enjoying something to a level beyond reason or warrant, whilst also implying that the person experiencing said enjoyment is a wanker.
Alf: I’ve just seen the Snyder Cut of Justice League and it’s the best film ever in the history of film.
Bob: Calm down, don’t tear a lung.
The feeling of depression that comes along with discovering that your crush is hetro and for that reason you can never be with them.
"Hey, you know that Mark Lee is hetro, right?"
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah"
*begins walking away*
"Hey, where are you going?"
"I'm going to my room to let out my Queer Tears."