I’m your friendy neighborhood Gerard Yay.
I am also a HUGE My Chemical Romance fan with a passion for all things horror related. Feel free to PM me about anything.
I can go from “I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me” to “My names blurryface and I care what you think” pretty quickly
If you’re really bored then try to name all the bands I’ve quoted below and for extra fun try and name the songs, PM if you do. My location is from danger days, the red and black is from three cheers, the background is the black parade and the user card is bullets. Yes I’m a killjoy and killjoys never die.
“Art can mean alot of things, at the heart of it, art is doing something you really believe in. Like my wife she volunteers helping underprivileged kids, that’s her art. To me anything that you do that you truly believe in makes you an artist. It doesn’t necessarily mean being a painter or a film maker. That’s art. But there’s more to it than that. As long as you’re putting your heart and soul into doing something, that’s the weapon” - Ray Toro
take joy in who you are we know our wings are flawed
Just for the record the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of day
sorry for being the apolagetic one
don’t you try to blame this on me, my love for you was bulletproof but you’re the one who shot me
if you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see you can find out first hand what it’s like to be me
tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave
I used to believe in forever but forever’s too good to be true
I feel the madness creeping slowly loved by many I’m still lonely
don’t tell me I’m not worth it, cause you are far from perfect
If it’s killing you then it’s murdering me
heaven isn’t ready let’s raise hell
I’ll be just fine pretending I’m not I’m far from lonely and it’s all that I’ve got
you take the breath right out of me you left a hole where my heart should be
It’s not right standing in my spotlight you can just leave my shadow if it burns too bright
we’ll all dance around to the tune of your death
I’m just a notch in your bedpost but you’re just a line in a song
you can throw me to the wolves tomorrow I will come back leader of the whole pack
you can sleep in a coffin but the past ain’t through with you
Try to understand I hate the way I am
why is there joy in this poison?
Hiding from the gallows so I walk in shadows
I was born between the church and the devil, in the dirt with one hand to the sky
Merci pour le venin