transmittin' to you LIVE from the desert

its ya boy ıllıllı ησιsε мαcнιηε ıllıllı sending news from: zone ████

[2019-killjoys]

Happy New Year, killjoys

[gotabulletproofheart]

HAPPY 2019 KILLJOYS!!

[gotabulletproofheart]

christ almighty i finally got back into this tumblr expect some art soon

[humbug]

revenge gerard would have killed this met gala theme

[msbelievers]

{x}

[unholyverse]

And the only sound that’s left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on D e s o l a t i o n R o w

[etherax]

[prettyboygee-blog]

[lewdcien]

THE CUTEST

[alexzpaintings]

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Battery City History Museum (Section 1C, Book and Periodical archives) Excerpt from the school history book United States History, 1900s-present

2016, printed by BL/ind Publishing Donated by the Battery City Educational System 5.71'' x 6.23'' Artifact #000425 Complete collection

(Please note that I haven't read the comics, so this is all personal headcanon and shouldn't be taken as the official storyline. Everything up until 1927 is real history.)

[radtracks]

Visit Original Link

disenchanted // my chemical romance

you’re just a sad song with nothing to say about a lifelong wait for a hospital stay and if you think that i’m wrong then this never meant nothing to you

[awsugar]

lbr this is the most relateable mcr lyric

[chemicalbros]

“We were ready to show the world what we had to say. We needed to make an appearance, because every super-villain, every hero has a first appearance”.

My Chemical Romance appearing as The Black Parade for their first photo shoot. Taken from ‘The Making Of The Black Parade’ book released with the limited edition velvet box set.

[thehorizonsupply]

NA NA NA \ Killjoys make some Noise!

[musicmanvans]

The only up to date Gee Way hair evolution timeline (i’m pretty sure everyone else gave up because he changes his hair style basically every other day)

[vamphoney]

My lungs do not fill with air, but with sand. The desert swallows me up as I run in circles, tripping over myself. The Sun does not love me- he burns my skin, he bleaches my hair white, he steals the spit from my mouth. I long for the Moon.