How Can I Possibly Explain To Another Human Being That Bullets Has The Same Energy As A Stormy Thursday

close your eyes and just envision witnessing i’m not okay (i promise) live

bold of you to assume i have the faintest idea what i’m talking about. all i know is i’ve mentioned gerard way eight (8) times so far and the conversation hasn’t gotten anywhere

if i can’t count the pixels on one hand, the picture is not for me

yes i’m a my chemical romance fan, why do you ask?

early 2010’s brain go:

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baby you light up my world like nobody else

look at him... just chuggin’ along :’)

Teenagers- live at the Prudential Center 2007  

goodnight to gerard way kinnies, enbies over 5’7”, those with horrible taste in men, people with stretched ears, girls who want more tattoos, anybody who is afraid of dogs, people with obscure allergies, and mr. ray toro... everyone else, you’re on your own i guess.

if i ever have to read the words sm*l be*n again, i will be logging off permanently

dude, i brought you. my bullets. why didn’t you bring your love? i thought we were on the same wavelength :(

the only valid addition

as it turns out, i am actually my chemical romance’s second biggest simp bc kerrang! will forever be in first place

no feeling can truly replicate the absolute epic endeavour that was posting a wattpad comment about what y/n was really wearing to the party, trying to compete for either the clearest hatred of the color pink, or the most malice towards puffy dresses.