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man tumblr sounds like its sucks. im glad i don’t use it.
“no one has bigger balls than us right now…i pulled out songs that like….can you rip a song like a song that we did in 2001 and never released? we demo-ed it but no one can find the fucking demo. and like the only like survivable recording anyone can find is a sound check at the knitting factory. that’s the only recording of it. so we had to go back, listen to that, and relearn what we thought was being played. and also like how would we play it now? and so the night before we played the song, which was the last show, i just rewrote parts for it that i thought would be, ‘alright this is what i think i would’ve played then, this is what i would play now and i think it works best.’ and we kind of rewrote the song the night before and then tried to rip it with songs we had been doing for like 6 months. and like that. you feel like a badass when you can do that. you feel like a musician then. like the musicianship and the artistry, that can’t be fucked with.”
— frank iero on sister to sleep
Imagine it’s 2002 and you work at barnes and noble and your coworker is like if a #2 pencil was granted the unholy gift of life and also was dripping in so much hole dispite the fact he looks like a human french fry and you repeatedly watch as he lets some random dyke steal cd’s and as he lets his weird comic obsessed brother loiter around. and now that pogo stick you worked with is selling out stadiums with that dyke and his brother is wearing dresses and playing with flamethrowers on stage.
Also the guy that used to wait in the parking lot and drive all these bitches home is there too on stage left and he’s shredding like that’s the only thing he was put on earth to do. he was a film major last you checked.
if i don't get to speak in hyperbole (which is my greatest joy in life) literally every single day i will explode and die.
i love this photo so much it's like 3 friends going out for trick or treating but really only one friend was invested in the costume (Gerard) where one is worried about his math test in the morning (Ray) and the other is just wanted the candy (Frank). The photo was taken by Frank's mom and she's saying "aren't you three just the cutest" and Gerard does a little spin
OKAY WHICH ONE OF YOU IS IT.
she let me hit it from behind because of viewers like you (thank you)
Sennen Cove, Cornwall, England
gasped out loud at this
something something the revenge versions of mcr all grew old except for mikey, he is young and covered in blood. Something something gerard wrote brother cause he was scared of losing mikey. Something something there’s an alternative version of the story where they all didn’t make it to this tour, where mikey dies young. Where someone dies young. Stuck in limbo.
Alternatively he saw them being covered in makeup and said ,, lol have fun w that not me though, hand me that bottle of fake blood.
‘Watchdog’ by Nam June Paik (1996)
especially re: eating up savings:
“The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public-house; the less you think, love, theorize, paint, sing, fence, etc., the more you save—the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor dust will devour—your capital. The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life—the greater is the store of your estranged being.
Karl Marx, Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts of 1844