every odd number
D:. did you see my fb post to you?
August 2011
I don’t want to talk to him anymore….. ;-;
“Mikey’s is the shark and mine is the gazelle. I’ve always had a connection with the gazelle because the gazelle is constantly outrunning its predators. It gets by on speed as opposed to strength. Mikey just can’t stand still at all, period. He cannot concentrate on one thing for more than five seconds. And he loves eating people.”
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Gerard Way (on what his and Mikey’s spirit animals are)
pijbdfnbpnefds I’m going to look at a nose ring for my nose [obviously] but…. it’s quite exciting!!
To the person running the MCRwhores blog
Regardless if this is a troll or not, it’s fucking mean. Put yourself in Gerard, Mikey, Ray or Franks shoes. You go online and happen to stumble across this and you see what is being said about your beloved wife. You’re going to be mad. Even though they will probably know it’s just some dumbshit person who needs a life, they will still be VERY upset. Lynz is not with Gerard for fame. Alicia is not a whore. Christa is not ugly and Jamia is not fat. Who gives a shit what you say anyway? Those men fell in love with those women. Regardless of what you want, they will NOT leave their wives. They are all madly in love and nothing will change that. They will be SO hurt if thy saw what you are writing, because it’s not mean, it’s cruel. You’re talking about the people they love for fucks sake! They people they’d do anything for! That’s going to hurt so fucking much!
So Stop wasting your time and do us all a favor and just grow up. I pray that one day you find love, and you treat people with respect.
Respect is certainly something you need to learn.
A man lives in a twenty storey-building. Each morning he takes the elevator to the ground floor and goes to work. In the evening, he presses the button in the elevator for the sixteenth floor and walks up the remaining four floors using the stairs. This was not his way if getting exercise. So why did he do it?
mycatlovesgreendayandilovemycat:
Because his name was Frank Iero and he couldn’t reach the upper buttons.
I love you omg
this is pure gold
Can I just reblog myself ahsdljasd
i was preparing to do some critical thinking.
asdfghjkl GMH
talking to mah british friend of which I haven’t talked to in like… monthssss
So you want to kill yourself? Because no one cares about you. Your family hates you. Right? No. Your parents walking in your room in the morning to only find a dead body. They’ll try their hardest to not think negative, and to just think that you’re fooling around. Then they’ll start shaking you. Why aren’t you breathing? They’ll be broken. Tears. Many tears. More tears than you ever shed. Was it them? Were they the reason you did this? More tears. Pain. Every day. Every night. Every single second of every day. Guilt. More guilt. What about your bestfriends? They’re not going to care. Right? No. What’s the first thing that will go through their mind when your principal comes in and tells the class that you’re not alive. While your bestfriend sits there in tears. That girl that you’d smile at but never talk to? She’s now crying. The boy who used to kick you under the table just to annoy you? He’ll be shocked. He’ll be devastated. He’ll blame himself. What about your teacher? Thoughts crossing her mind. She’ll question if you did it because she didn’t make school comfortable enough for you. Pain. Devastation. All in one. Who organises your funeral? Who has to go through your stuff? Clothes? Notes? Those few older girls who used to give you daggers at school? They’ll feel regret. They’ll blame themselves. See, if you killed yourself today, you’ll never know what might of happened tomorrow. You’ll never know because you’re dead. Plain dead. Not breathing. Not alive. Just dead. Your family hates themselves for it. Your bestfriend then falls into depression. Tears. Tears. More tears than a river. All because you killed yourself because you thought noone would care. Right? You are loved. By many. Someone right now is thinking of you. And right now, I’m thinking about anyone who has thought or is considering suicide. You are beautiful. No matter if you’re black, white, homo-sexual, tall, short, overweight or anorexic. You are beautiful. You want to kill yourself? Think about it first. There’s no coming back. And I promise, if you do it, you are not only hurting yourself, you are hurting many. You are creating more tears than you led yourself to. You are making everyone miserable and making them all feel guilt and pain. Never will they feel whole like they used to when they had you. You are beautiful. And you are never ever alone.
let’s get these teen hearts beating faster faster
“wow pitbull sure is talented”
—nobody (via noyoukilledit)
