Hear Us OutThe Daily Mail? What do they know?Hear Us Out3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
They called My Chemical Romance emo!
A suicide cult? Oh, give me a break
They saved my life for heaven's sake!
My story had several sad little twists
But they stopped me putting the cuts on my wrists
They showed me light and gave me hope
And took my ligature from my neck, the rope
Believe this truth, and not the lies,
So come on now, let's meet these guys!
Now who comes first? Of course, Gerard
Pointing out that life isn't always that hard
Having defeated his problems with drug and drink
He's quite a role model, most fans think!
Having had his fair share of pain
Helps fans find hope again
And always dabbling with hair dye
No-one knows what colour he'll try!
A handsome and vocally talented man
His words will help you if you think they can
The next one up is loyal Frank,
Who did a gig hooked up to an oxygen tank!
The original prankster, some people say
But indisputably talented in the guitar that he plays
Well-recognised for his funny twee
Gerard Way's PO BoxGerard WayGerard Way's PO Box2 years ago in Personal More Like This
P.O. Box 572800
Tarzana, CA 91357
He has two rules-
-He can't pass anything along to anyone
-Don't make it too weird.
And apparently he wants the word spread.
I'm thinking of writing a letter.
EDIT- He's added a third rule-- No Packages.
Teenagers Chapter 26 "Alright, Frankie, talk to me," Linda said as she led her son into the house and had him sit down on the couch. He sat and she sat down right next to him.Teenagers Chapter 263 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I-I don't know what to say," Frank spoke, obviously trying to swallow a lump in his throat.
"Did it go horribly at Jamia's?" she asked, and Frank burst into tears again. He buried his head in his arms and tried to stop crying like a fucking baby. He couldn't stop. Linda rubbed her son's back comfortingly. "Hmm," she said. "That bad?"
"Y-you have no idea," Frank bawled.
"Shhh, tell me what happened," her voice was soft and kind.
"Her dad... he hates me. All because of the kiss..." Frank stuttered out.
"What kiss?" Linda asked her son.
"Gerard and I... at the youth event..." Frank sobbed, sick of keeping the secret. "I-I don't know why we did it... but everybody saw us..."
"Ah," Linda sighed
The Standard Lives of the Haphazard Killjoys The skies above their heads give the impression to imitate the dry, dying static of the radio channel they are listening to. As to why they are tuned in to a dead channel, nobody wants to know. The dull drone of the radio creates a blanket of vacant thoughts, covering the unusual group of multicolored figures contrasting the endless sand dunes.The Standard Lives of the Haphazard Killjoys3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The hot thin winds whistle guttural notes, mixing in with the dead noise of the radio.
No one seems to care or rather, dares acknowledge the beating of sand particles against their exposed skins. Instead, the nine killjoys continue to explore the dunes in hopes of having a chance to rest their disheveled bodies unto the make-shift beds in one of the refuge den buried in the desert.
"There's no more time for daydreaming," Skyline Sunrise breaks the unnerving silence of the desert place.
All eyes turn to him in unison as if slapp