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GERARD WAY // 22/8/2006

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Lingerie under oversized hoodies

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i really fucked it up this time.

didn't i, my dear?

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i wanna die

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a study of flowers

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thoughts of kaz

im into being cared for and people loving and protecting me and also choking

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I want postcards from your town and what you like to do there. I want little magnets of your city’s popular attractions.

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BLACK PUNKS AND QUEER PUNKS AND TRANS PUNKS ARE JUST AS GOOD AS ALL THE OTHER PUNKS

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agree to an extent - like don't go too far to find the source but don't completely neglect it. either way your blog is amazing xo

I feel like it would really beneficial to source your posts; that way people get the credit they deserve AND people won't harp on your ass for not having it

true true, but i post twice a day, and it’s hard to source 730 pictures a year

either way, what do y’all think? agree/disagree?

-rose

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master

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i really don't know what's the link between depression and all of that but i love doing all of that other than the leftovers. Preheat them

if you experience depression, reblog with your opinion on:

plain tortilla chips eaten with nothing on them

eating cereal by the handful, straight out of the box

cold, 4-day old leftovers

peanut butter straight out of the jar

eating two slices of bread

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we met and collided gently quietly made from paper and we were ripped at every single fucking edge and we couldn't go out in the sun because it would burn us and we would turn to cinders and we touched each others in all the forbidden placed and moaned and explored each other like atlases and we drew on the other our futures and our children and we played and we fantasised about the beauty of us but in the end we were bits of paper playing god blown together by wind and blown apart by wind

- v.d.s

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