erin

“would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?”

[jjaysontodd]

I love you batfamily

I love you batfamily

[monroeville-is-for-lovers]

in the nights in which your nose bleeds

unto silk,

i leave myself; a speckle;

a reminder.

for i am nothing but the niche burgundy mark left upon your pillowcase.

your snout knows nothing but i,

as well as your heart.

your newfound love is nought

but a reminder of this red.

[monroeville-is-for-lovers]

i like to say that it wasn’t ever actually love

“i was just confused”

but i know deep down when searching for rings,

i seek out your birthstone far before my own

[monroeville-is-for-lovers]

the sun is a ginger

Sea. Swallow Me,

For I lie at bay;

With my knees tucked and buckled,

I am blind.

Salt surfaces my eyes.

The shimmering sun:

All that keeps me content;

For he is beauty.

Sea. Swallon Me,

For my Sun lies at bay.

[monroeville-is-for-lovers]

an

addiction never quite suffices

that

addiction never quite suffices

my

addiction never quite suffices

with this anti-mythological narrative—my thoughts and actions pertaining to that of a world in which i only exist—i pray.

i pray for the skin which has been inked by time; pricked and prodded; lusted for.

i wish to be the only one you’ve lusted for.

please hate (only) me.

for the love of god, let me be the arrogant; self-sufficient; condescending bastard you idolized then.

let those late-night conversations about booking it up north and cutting contact with the bible belt dissolve into nothing but the ashes of my fucking clothes you burned.

let me hate you.

an

app(ealing)alling thought process

an

-other drink(s!!) i couldn’t wait to waste my paycheck on

an

-d the cocktail i drowned my sorrows in

i was just like you—

i fucking hate you.

with this anglicized version of myself (you never were a genius when it came to correct vocabulary),

i bequeath to you my kidney (yours are in dire distress and i sympathize with them),

my lungs (you’re a stupid fucking pot head and if you outlive me i’ll come back from the dead and kill you myself—don’t show your whore-infested face at my funeral),

and my heart (you have never known which direction you should shove your love—you are so full of it that it swallows you entirely; you are engulfed in nothing but feelings that you have no outlet for—so you throw them at anyone who is willing to fuck your body. a body that was surely created in His image; corroded by beauty and made specifically for eyes that belong to only my face. and if said body is a temple, i pray for Him to allow me to ruin it; to ruin you.)

just fucking hate me.

please.

[monroeville-is-for-lovers]

she f on my t till i willz

[twentyonechemicalss]

when gerard way sang ‘i’m just a man, i’m not a hero.’ i’m welcome to the black parade he couldn’t have told a bigger lie

[xxgigglinggrenadexx]

Everything hits different at 3 am especially my chemical romance

[dem0litionl0v3rz]

When I listen to another band/playlist without mcr for an extended period of time I feel like I’m cheating on them

[eden-has-rotted]

reblog if you

like dnd

like audrey hepburn

like fangoria

like harry houdini

like croquet

can't swim

can't dance

don't know karate

are never gonna make it

don't wanna make it

just wanna

[crazy-together-reddie]

gerard way you son of a bitch

[c4nt-f1nd-my-w4y-h0me]

BULLETS >>>

[monroeville-is-for-lovers]

[willowkatt]

three stages of listening to frank ieros music:

- oh yeah i relate to this!

- wait why is he moaning

- oh yeah i relate to this!

[monroeville-is-for-lovers]

and every song is amazing

[chanapontmblr]

“I’m gay” “I’m straight” okay?? I’m trying?? I’m trying?? to let you know just how much you mean to me. As snow falls on desert sky until the end of everything

[monroeville-is-for-lovers]

you’re like an itch that refuses to cease existence despite how many times i’ve scratched you.

[monroeville-is-for-lovers]