just got a notification that my account is 7 years old today, although i haven’t been posting for that long it’s pretty cool knowing 12 year old me was like “yeah ima get this app and do fuck shit.” happy 7 yrs to me 🥳
if a lip-ringed frank iero style boyfriend is in my future at all, please please please send me a sign, otherwise i will forget about this dream, run away to a cabin in the woods and churn my own butter. i am begging for a sign, please god, just do this for me.
if i saw Gerard Way in public i would not ask for a photo with him. i would strike up a conversation pretending as though i knew not who he was, making a point to mention topics my vast knowledge of him tells me he cares about. i would then impress him enough to exchange contact information and over the course of several months i would talented Mr. Ripley him
i seriously cannot listen to summertime without feeling like i’m going to cry. its one of those bittersweet 2000’s songs that you listen to in the car with the wind and sun on your face and people still shit on danger days LIKE COME ON YOU CAN RUN AWAY WITH ME ANYTIME YOU FUCKING WANTTTTT