February 2012
8 posts
Chance and Andy
Chance : I have a concussion, do you even know what that means? it means your brain moves in your skull. YOU HIT ME FIVE TIMES with a fire extinguisher, and you used it on me... Do you understand pain?
Andy: I.. I read, I read a book that said, that would help with the eumm healing process?
Chance: What healing????
OMG andy's face was too priceless xD
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January 2012
47 posts
When 80% of your drink is ice.
chemicalkidsouthernconstellation:
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Reblog if you're a fucking weirdo.
curtisthefrog:
such a pretty face
Question: Does a horse go to heaven?
Gerard: I'd like to think it goes to horse heaven.
Question: Which of the seven deadly sins best describes you?
Gerard: Uh... probably, er, what are they again? Pride.
Question: Which would you rather have as a pet, a vampire bunny or a rabid unicorn?
Gerard: Vampire bunny... I don't wanna catch rabies, you know what I mean?
Question: Chunky or smooth peanut butter? What kind of jelly?
Gerard: Smooth, grape jelly.
Question: What's your shoe size?
Gerard: Nine and a half.
Question: What would you rename the orange?
Gerard: The apple.
Question: If you were an animal, what would you be?
Gerard: A gazelle.
Question: Describe My Chemical Romance in three words?
Gerard: Uh, passionate, uh, sincere... messy.
My friend says that, there are no such things as...
cheekbonesandupturnedcollar:
l-am-sher-locked:
I AM, I ALWAYS WILL BE A WHOVIAN, SHERLOCKIAN AND A WHOLOCK. Join me :)
No offense, but your friend doesn’t have a damn clue what he or she is talking about.
I’m both :D
People are gay, get over it. People have bright...
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a-streetcar-named-desire:
Dear Gerard,
You’re one of us now.
Sincerely, gingers of the world
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alex's lyrics: everybody getting kinda crunk i think some dude just grabbed my junk now i know how kesha must be feeling
alex's blog: If I could only see what lies beyond the great horizon, nagging mystery blanketing all things too great for me to understand, spread like sheets over potential, Veritas’ song echoing into the here and now— a dull whisper. I sit, a deity of my own devices, bending all that burns and bubbles within me, straining to process just a single bar of an infinite melody, one perhaps not meant to be heard.
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There are so many people out there who will tell you that you can’t, what you’ve...
– Twitter
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