[fixyourheartnow]

🍎the apple of my eye 🍏

[boyhaunt]

gerard way really does smoke like a beleaguered 1920s starlet. and a beautiful woman aswell

[boyhaunt]

i would have hand rolled and lit your cigarettes in a dimly lit alley after your burlesque shows and kept you alive forever

[things-that-are-not-true]

my names sweetie 3000 because the last 2999 sweeties were all destroyed

[feketeribizli]

[beachcoma]

being into some bullshit that nobody cares about and also is stupid really changes you

[nitedrive]

Lando after the Canadian GP 2026 Qualifying

[naturalpr3y]

My understanders will Understand me

[naturalpr3y]

and As Such . My misinterpreters will Misinterpret me . The price for speaking my truth .

[urandroidgirl]

being parasocial is literally so much fun why is everyone such a hater

[urandroidgirl]

like i think gerard way is a girl and i also think in the mid 2000s she hoped someone would kill her so she could be remembered as a martyr. and i believe this for real and also i'm having so much fun

[shanebug]

[unalivejournal]

But does anypony notice but does anypony care

[unalivejournal]

But theres no room in this stable theres no room in the next

[sapphling]

we're inventing a bruise that never fades

[snailchap]

flightless bird

[imjunebitch]

"can mutuals dm" "can mutuals ask for your discord" girl, mutuals have an implied invitation to my wedding

[francolapinto43]

Yo: por qué tarda tanto el colectivo?

El chófer del 68:

[shar-lecler]

people go on and on about loving the idea of devotion to the point of consumption and how love will swallow you whole and turn you into something that is equally starved and also wholly satisfied. but when I, charles marc herve perceval leclerc,

[rawstrappen]

[tormentorinchief]

The heart of the sun

Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg · Rule 63 · Rated: E · 3k words

When you're a young girl, the world presents in front of you like a ripe fruit, ready to be devoured.

Lewis knows this, she's always known this.

“But I do know,” Nico continues, head tilted to the side. “Webber’s not my type.”  “No?” Lewis says, a mouse walking into a trap. She doesn’t care, she feels danger waiting on the corner and she doesn’t want to offer resistance. She wants to go, go, go; hit the pedal. “And what’s your type?”  One of Nico’s hands crawls up Lewis’ thigh, the other one wrapping the side of her face. She leans in even closer, her breath tickling Lewis’ nose. She flutters her eyes, licks her lips. “I think you know that already.” 

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also known as something sweet for my dearest gemini prin @jesterlavorrre 🤍