favorite. couples. ever.

Frank & Jamia Iero.

Ray & Krista Toro.

Gerard & Lindsey Way.

Michael & Alicia Way.

I want a boy who will make this our song. I love it.

We are a generation told not to try too hard. The world is going to shit, so why break a sweat? We are reminded daily not to trust our gut or follow our hearts, your dreams are unattainable and unrealistic... the band almost fell victim to this "just good enough" mentality and would have never been able to forgive ourselves. You, the fans, deserved better and us as artists deserved better.

Fear is the eternal enemy. If they can keep you scared, they can keep you controlled. We too came face to face with this saboteur, and found the strength to break through and carry on. We are here as a reminder that the world is not better off without you...these are dangerous days we live in and you, the artists, are our last defense.

Art is the Weapon.

Your Imagination is the Ammunition.
Stay Dirty, and Stay Dangerous.
Create and Destroy as you see fit.
Embrace your Originality.
The Aftermath is Secondary.
You can and should do Anything.

In conclusion friends, if you take anything away from this record, please let it be the strength to be passionate.

Love what you do and who you truly are. Be willing to die for it. If you are true to yourself, you can never go wrong. And remember when life gives you lemons, MCR says start a fucking band.

I have decided that this is Ivy's song. the end.

i want a really inappropriate boyfriend.

not one that is all sexually inappropriate, but totally doesn't fit what people think i would date. i want a boy who is scruffy and has chub on him and wears tacky clothes and leather jackets with me. a boy who will drink beer in the back of a truck with me but not to get drunk, but just because it's his favorite drink. a boy who will totally let me drive his truck into cardboard boxes and random shit just for the hell of it. I want a boy who doesn't want to go to parties, but would rather stay home and play video games all night. someone who will marry me one day and own ten thousand dogs, most of which are big enough for me to ride like a horse. i want someone who will send me text messages or twitter updates from across the room because he doesn't feel like climbing over all the animals to get to me because they are being too cute to disturb. A boy who doesn't give a fuck what I look like and doesn't mind that I am more than likely one of the guys.  A boy who will start a band with me or a record label with me. A boy who will give me a whole room in the house for my guitars or other instruments, or will teach my to play drums, even if he's an amateur too.

one of those would be fabulous.

please excuse me but this makes me angry.

so i was thinking about what clothes i am going to wear tomorrow, and how i reaaally want to wear my laser guns shirt or jacket. then, i remember that i can't do that because of the school dress-code. well, i know what i would like to do. i would like to make a shirt that reads :
" Called me names. Made me want to die. Maybe I can find a way to make you all go away.

I never lied. Never cried. Never fell. Never crawled. I'm just like you, now you'll pay - with your life.

I'll paint the lockers with your brains. "

just to prove a point. Just to prove to them that shirts with laser guns or guns in general aren't as powerful as the words to that song, or the really disturbing ones that i could have posted on here. It really irks me that a picture of guns disturbs them more than those words. We can preach in Hancock County, but we will be teased and made fun of for the rest of our lives if we go against whatever Mrs. Nevitt or Mr. Price says. God forbid we say something or do something out of the norm.

It also irks me that I will never be able to wear a LeATHERMOUTH shirt because they all say things like : "whos the killer? Theres so much blood. I feel nothing. There's so much blood." or "I'll paint the lockers with your brains".

;jkndfjdgdfgw.

end rant.

what is Arkham Asylum is really just reality?

thats how i feel about everyday. just... dead. as soon as i get home and into my reality where the only thing keeping me sane is whatever pumps into my headphones, i become this melancholy being that doesn't do anything. i become emotionless.

maybe we are all just comic book characters in DC's comic book worlds that they create.

i would like to believe that there is a woman inside of me that is green and creates little plants that can control anyone that they want. i call her Poison Ivy.

i have a best friend. her name is harley. i love her more than anything. you may also know her as Hannah, Waldo, or Ha. no matter what she will always be my harley.

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