if you're pure of heart you can always hear mikey bass parts in any mcr song btw
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if you're pure of heart you can always hear mikey bass parts in any mcr song btw
Tuesday, June 28, 2005,
Amazing new mexico sunset. I'm hanging on a bridge with my friend mikey way from my chem. Its all orange and pink above us. We went to another waterpark again. I love high fives again. Totally back in love. Saw the most amazing movie... I think its called spirited away. Watch it.
Imagine coming home in 2007 and this is fine shyt😩😩😩
I wanna swallow the whole of MCR’s discography whole.
'im sorry, every song's about you' I FELT THAT IN MY FUCKING OVARIES.
i want to yearn like pete wentz yearned during the 2005 summer of like
Matthew 24:10
Lord, help my soul—
I've fallen short,
crawling back into your grace,
but something holds me back.
Lord, help my poor soul—
The path you've laid is riddled with stones.
I turn them over, one by one,
hoping to find your forgiveness underneath.
Lord, help my poor soul—
On my knees, I plead, straining for you to hear me.
Am I not loud enough?
Or have you chosen not to listen?
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I think I've always been in love with Chad Michael Murray . . . 🥰
you ever look at your celebrity crush and it physically hurts knowing you will never find someone like them?
I saw a very blunt Instagram comment today that told a writer, "AI is going to steal your job soon. You may want to choose something else." It was so nonchalant and casual, like what was just said wasn't heartbreaking to hear.
Can we writers just make a pact just to... not quit? Can we not give in so easily? Can we actually fight to keep our professions and continue to share our own original work? I will never expect writing to be my main source of income, but that does not mean I'm so willing to give it up for the sake of some robot.
had a dream about a mystery in an old house. kinda freaky.
Girl activities
biting your nails
wondering how many bodies are hidden in your hometowns hills and forests
laying naked in bed tracing your scars
daydreaming about your future
pretending to look mysterious and read in front of your cafe crush
wondering what you would look like 50 lbs lighter than trying to decide if you want to relapse or not
brushing your hair with vintage silver hair brushes than wondering who all the women were who brushed their hair with it before you
writing poetry at 4 am
falling in love with your best friend
cleaning your room on a sunday
picking at your skin in the mirror till your whole face is red and swollen
daydreaming about bleaching your hair
cuddling your dog
remembering your dreams while sitting on the shower floor
watching movies, reading books, and watching shows, pondering the stories and characters and fantisizing about your life being like those stories