My current clothing style is a combination of “shit I’m late”, “shit it’s cold”, with just a hint of “I’m too lazy to look socially acceptable for you losers”.
It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
all I do anymore is sleep, feel bad for myself, and take selfies
My Chemical Romance survived an entire time being a band without getting a nude leaked
oh, that’s cute Westboro Baptist Church.
you don’t want to disclose where your founders funeral is going to take place. why? because a funeral is a personal thing, a mourning period for families and friends? you’d hate to have people who are angered by your beliefs and your practices protest your funeral, wouldn’t you? (✿≖︿≖)