I disappeared off the face of the earth for a few days so sorry to y’all if you noticed my absence. Anyways I’m absolutely cooked for my finals. I’m too stupid to make it.
I don’t wanna make it, I just wanna *Totally fire guitar riffs*
Anyway uhh wish me luck. Or don’t. 🤷♀️
So I went on another session of putting Bang the Doldrums on repeat and read a post about it when I just suddenly realized something. This song reminds me of my relationship with my ex. We were best friends, then we dated, then once we parted we weren't such good friends anymore. I mean, we were still best friends but something was different. And the whole part during the bridge from "The tombstones were waiting; They were half engraved; They knew it was over; Just didn't know the date" fits perfectly because we realized that this wasn't gonna last I guess. And I didn't cast a spell over the west but dude I was literally praying to the God I don't even believe in to make them think of me the same way I think of them.
There's more shit I could explain but y'all do not care and I'm just shitposting so anyway thank you for coming to my TED talk :D
Imagine being so cool that you were born on Halloween like that's literally fate.
Happy birthday to my favorite rhythm guitarist for my favorite band <3
REPOSTS MUCH APPRECIATED
Backing track will be this👇
Hot lists featuring Pete Wentz, FOB, GCH, PATD in J-14
what a fucking faggot, i say affectionately as i like and repost a picture of gerard way, lead singer of american rock band my chemical romance
i feel like if I provide context the universe will shoot me down but I just watched a video from Phil and I feel like my heart and soul and everything is crumbling I'm so sorry I know it was wrong but now I can't look back.
I've been contemplating this for a while, and while I don't usually read MCR fanfics where it's not in the context of them being a band, Unholyverse has been haunting my dashboard for months and I need help making this decision
I wore a skirt today for the first time in a while, and the whole day, I started feeling so off. Also I was wearing my Batman shirt that's just like...tighter on the chest. And also studded belt because that thing is cool and is the love of my life. Anyways, I thought the outfit was cute this morning, but as the day went on, I felt more and more like...just really weird, like something felt wrong. And so I sat down, and I was like, "Girl why you don't feel so girl...man...". Idk how to explain it, but I felt a lot like a girl, and I hated that feeling. Now, I've never really questioned my gender identity too much, just that I'm not totally like stereotypically feminine. But today was just too much, and as soon as I got my ass home, I had to get out of those clothes. I looked in the mirror, and I felt sick seeing the fact that I had tits. Like I wanted to chop them off right then and there, they just didn't feel right to me. Immediately remembered that one time for funsies, I saved this video to my "Watch Later" playlist on YouTube about hiding your chest without a binder. I didn't feel okay until I looked in the mirror, with some shit to compress away my chest as much as possible and this men's hoodie I had, where finally, there was no shape over my chest. Also changed to baggy pants because that felt better too.
I really need to restate the fact that I've never thought too hard about whether or not I felt like a girl. I just kinda rolled with it cuz I didn't care too much. But suddenly today, I don't know if it was the clothes I was wearing, or if something in my brain just clicked. My body just feels wrong now, and I don't know what this feeling is. I know the concept of gender dysphoria, as I'm friends with trans people, and I see them online. I'm just not sure if what it is I'm feeling is gender dysphoria or what, all I know is that I hate these fucking curves on my body and I want them gone. I don't know what the hell I am, but whatever it is, I don't want it to be a girl. It just feels really wrong right now, and I know I keep using that as a phrase, but I don't know how else to explain the feeling. Whatever body I'm in right now is just not me, but I'm not currently in a position where I can do anything about that, and I feel like I'm dying when I can feel the literal weight on my chest (I say that like there's a lot there, but not really, I've never fucking measured, but there is some there), or when I look down and there's a visible shape there.
What the actual fuck is going on I hate this
ANYWAY THAT'S ALL BYEEEE
we need to start teaching baby fags that it's okay to be fat and/or old because it's really starting to get dire out here
Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.
I'm bored af so I'm on Tumblr now ig :D | minor | MCR obsessed and it's pretty much the only thing I post about | mentally a millenial who refuses to grow up | she/they (don't tell anyone tho cuz the closet is starting to get a little cozy) | i play games idk what else to add
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