+I have Ichthyophobia. Figure it out.
+I do not believe in genres.
+I hate the words faggot and tits.
+I hate it when the word 'gay' is used as a synonym for 'shitty'.
+My fandom does not accept your reality.
+I will loudly sing in public whether you want to hear it or not.
+I don't want to get into this with you, man. Cos I'd kill you.
Here I am; born to be Queen, I'm the Princess of the Universe. Here I belong: fighting to survive in a world with the darkest power; fighting for survival. I've got to be the ruler of your world.
I am immortal. I have inside me blood of Kings. I have no rival; no man can be my equal.
Fighting and free: I've got the world in my hands.
I was born to be Princess of the universe.
No man could understand; my power is in my own hands.
Take me to the Future of Your World, and give me The Prize.
holy shit, I love this man.
Gerard Way, And not just because, "LIEK OMGAAWWWDD HE IS LIEK SUUU HAWWWWTTT!!!1111234234!@@$$^66666FUTCT"
I don't want to be a typical fan-cliche when I say "MCR saved my life," but honestly, the english language limits me to those 4 little words. I could show you the scars on my arm and the empty pill bottles stacked in my bottom drawer, but that isn't enough. I could sit here and tell you my sob story, but that isn't enough, either. And we all know, the amount of t-shirts or other merch I have means nothing in correspondence to my love of the band.
But I'll tell you this: I love these songs more than anything else, ever. If they didn't "save" my life, they certainly helped me find it. At a time when I hit rock-bottom and began digging, my ears were so full of dirt I couldn't hear anyone else crying but myself. And then I heard someone else crying the same way I was: Gerard. I kept listening, unsure, to the dark screams and guitar riffs I normally would've rejected without thought. But I heard something in this music, in these lyrics, something I've never heard anywhere else: myself. Therapists, parents, the few friends I have, I can't relate to any of them. I hate to be a cliche, but literally, they haven't been what I've been though. MCR has. They have, and they told me it was okay. They didn't tell me to stop, by all means, I had to be myself. I had to find myself, and cure myself. I had to find a reason to live. And I found it within MCR.
I see other kids getting things like merch, tickets, backstage passes, supporting the band and getting what they want without pause and I'm fucking jealous, I really am. I don't have the money or permisson to do any of that. And the one thing that calms me down is the fact that, hey, no problem, I'm going to start a band and tour with them anyway...right? because if Gerard can get up and live his dreams, I can too, right? Right. And it's not so much the man as the message to keep on living. But Gerard taught me that. MCR taught me that.
And right now, fuckers, I am not afraid to keep on living.
ALSO:
~*Alex Ross
~*Jim Lee
~*Michael Turner
~*MIKE McKONE
~*TONY DANIEL (DONE!)
~*Justiano
~*Naoko Takeuchi
~* And more............
sorry i didnt show up last weekend. i wasnt feeling good and plus my mom wasnt to happy about having to drive me so i didnt want to force her but when she is totally up for driving ill make sure i come over . call me tomrrow so i can update you on the drama. love you!
fucking frank, stuart was about to smash his bass at the guy. i can barly move cos of all the circle pits, and the wall of death, ugh, cfkuing beautiful.
To all the Vampires and Demolition Lovers To all the Helena's and Black Mariahs To all the Piggies, Patients and Paraders To the Broken, the Beaten and the Damned To all the soldiers in the MCRmy who are defiant till the end
TO EVERY SINGLE FAN OUT THERE, YOUNG AND OLD.
Happy International My Chemical Romance Day - 2009
Aww sadly I didn't meet him myself, my friend Dylan met him and he knows how much I love The Soup, so Dylan made that sign for Joel to hold :) The best part is Joel flipping me off XD XD