no thoughts, empty head.
just gerard way’s poncho on jimmy fallon.
seeing your own post on another website is an out of body experience.
it’s like: would you like to see your 3am thoughts about four lads from new jersey at 2pm on instagram?
you like dungeons and dragons, audrey kathleen ruston, fangoria magazine, eric weisz, and wickets.
you can’t swim, you can’t dance, and you don’t know karate.
face it, you’re never gonna make it.
what my chem song would you want to be the last one you hear? personally i think any and all could work on your deathbed. some would be comedic, others touching... if you are an aries, perhaps destroya?
wake up mcr tumblr
nothing can replicate the feeling of actually living in the state of new jersey.
putting my chem on shuffle is as close as you’re gonna get without the real deal.
i don’t make the rules.
every day i go through the world knowing my most popular post is three honks for sweet revenge.
sometimes i forget what my user is based on... like... that’s a whole other real person
screw your zodiac sign do you default to frank or ray’s solo in i’m not okay?
on all levels except physical i am at starland ballroom on 01-01-05
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