We must be the change we wish to see in the world.

Has all the kindness gone? Hope still lingers on.

[herethestoryends]

Hey! We are The Persevering Promise, a signed, nationally touring post-hardcore band! You may have met us on Warped Tour last year, or you'll see us at Warped Tour this summer! Please check us out, and like us on Facebook (our Facebook link is on our Tumblr). Our debut album will be released through SONY and will be in stores this summer!

Mazel Tov!

[herethestoryends]

Hi Deb,

Don't know if you still remember me. It's Michelle :) I was able to log in to tumblr the other day finally. Promptly forgot my log in info again, of course. If you get this ask and want to write back, I'm at mdupin26 @ yahoo . com

*big hugs* xoxo

OMG if course I remember you! I'll store your email and hit you up!

[herethestoryends]

I'm tired.

I'm tired of being an afterthought.

I'm tired of being disposable.

I'm tired of being the butt of the joke.

I'm tired of feeling like a burden.

I'm tired of having to beg to be loved.

I'm tired of feeling excluded.

I'm tired of being used.

I'm tired of giving more than I get.

I'm tired of being an outcast.

I'm tired of falling short.

I'm tired of being forgettable.

I'm tired of being lonely.

I'm tired of the sound of my own voice, and the sight of my own face.

I'm tired.

[tyforthevnm]

flash tattoo sheet for the frank signing :)

[April 29, 2023]

[herethestoryends]

Had the same thought.

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Ughhhh why are all these weird bots starting to follow me on here?

#creepers

[caesarsaladinn]

every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made

[herethestoryends]

Same, to be honest.

[herethestoryends]

Review and photosets from the Newark show on 9/20/22

https://www.jerseybeat.com/mcrlive.html

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I will say this: GWay did do his solid best to explain everything that he was feeling about being in the band even after he left socials, with "Daye Your Death" and "Foundations of Decay", but it really seems to have gone over a lot of folks' heads, and that saddens me, that lack of empathy. #mychemicalromance #mychem #mcr #gerardway #fakeyourdeath #foundationsofdecay

[herethestoryends]

Horrible quality, but lots of fun.

Viewer: "Gerard, you're too sassy for me"

Frank: "For me too, he's too sassy."

🤣🤣

Also, excuse me, but WHAT? Early Sunsets in Chicago, in 2011? Video, or it didn't happen.

Watch "Live streamed chat w/ My Chemical Romance" on YouTube

[herethestoryends]

Did anyone at all get Sleep or House of Wolves on tape last night in Nashville? #mychemicalromance #mcr #mychem #MCRNASHVILLE

[herethestoryends]

Many thanks to #PaulRoessler and #reybee for gracing me with this fun and fascinating interview for #jerseybeat!

https://t.co/HVUevTTePj

[herethestoryends]

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"Day after day, love turns grey

Like the skin of a dying man.

And night after night, we pretend its all right,

But I have grown older, and

You have grown colder, and

Nothing is very much fun any more.

And I can feel one of my turns coming on.

I feel cold as a razor blade,

Tight as a tourniquet,

Dry as a funeral drum."

-Roger Waters is a fucking macabre genius.

[herethestoryends]

Soft earth at my feet,

Hard lines in my mind,

Still searching for answers

To validate mankind.

With the wind at my back,

And the sun in the my eyes

Each anticipation's the same

For every sunrise.

The surf laps eternal;

The gulls called before time

Was a measurable thing

In a pre-measured rhyme.

Were there ever angels?

Will we ever know?

And once we're gone,

What else will grow?

[herethestoryends]

I don’t think anybody really understands

What it is like to be an outsider everywhere you go - unless it’s happening to them, too. Cliques are bloody everywhere: at your local bar, at your school, at your office, on your damned train, for Christ’s sakes. And cliques’ entire purpose is to make people feel left out, less than, overall awfully about themselves - unless, of course, they’re accepted, thanks to whatever invisible sense of coolness they radiate, or hoops they’ve had to jump through in order to please these people. And then there are the predators. Not so much physical ones (although, sometimes), but mental ones. People who stalk the train station looking for someone who seems weak enough for them to push violently out of their way, or who hate their civil service job so much that they take it out on their clientele, or whose parents didn’t show them enough love, so they lash out at others around them. These types of people LOVE outsiders - they’re their prime bread and butter. Bystanders will glance confusedly over at you as you are responding to the transgression, but humans are blind, and will invariably just think you are the cause of the disagreement. Outsiders may as well have technicolor bullseyes painted upon their heads, because everyone will target them, even other outsiders. And then there are those who love to get close to an outsider, tell them that they look up to them, that anybody would be lucky to have them around, just to drop them from the priority list once someone more interesting shows up, once they’ve gotten all that they can from them. The users. Sometimes they’ll check back in when nothing else is going on, or when they feel lonely, or when they miss the coddling that the outsider always gives them, no matter how much they’ve been hurt, and then bounce again, reopening the wound. Think I’m exaggerating? Well, unless you’ve gone home and literally collapsed from the exhaustion of being tightly wound all day, always braced for a fight, or burst into tears unprovoked, having been left out, talked about, rejected, disrespected, sneered at, napped at, glared at, glanced disgustedly at, verbally and physically assaulted, you will never, ever understand what it is like to be a person like this, or how difficult it is to just exist in your own body. They write songs about this stuff. Tragic ones. But everyone just dismisses them as pretty metaphors. And then, when one of us gives up, it’s just chalked up to weakness. Yep. And you can’t explain it well to anyone else, because unless they’re the same way, They just. Don’t. See it.

[herethestoryends]

Music Fanzine, JerseyBeat.com - Music fanzine covering punk, alternative, and more. Jersey Beat's music fanzine focuses on New Jersey and th

Now live: @frank-ierowebsite talks the realities of family life as a musician, ghosts of all sorts, and beating one's fears. It's a long one, Kids, but he had lots of interesting stuff to say.

[herethestoryends]

"Hey, are you okay?" They ask

"No!" You want to scream. "Everything just feels a little...niggled around the edges. I feel out of sorts. I'm crying for no discernible reason. I'm desperately lonely: I feel like, if I died, it'd take weeks for anyone besides my job to notice that I was missing - but they still wouldn't really look for me. I feel like I take up too much space better suited for someone lovelier, more interesting than me. I feel like...like maybe I don't really exist, it's all a dream. I feel weird. I feel damaged. I feel devastated, but nothing even really triggered that, just: the entire course of my life. Like: what is my PURPOSE here? Do I even have one? Was I just an afterthought? Because I often feel like one now."

"I'm fine" you answer.

But you hope that they'll somehow detect the lie in your voice, and call you out on it.

They never do.