Oh god the commercials! XD.
Favorite so far: Babylandia.
check it out. It's pretty great.
The First Note: Chapter One The last of the thrumming beats echo out into the stadium hall to which is answered heartily by our human fans. The screaming and cheering goes on for at least another 5 minutes by the way I could tell, but for all I know, we could have been standing there for centuries, listening to them. If there was ever a moment that we could have summoned an army of adsolents to our bidding, now was that time.The First Note: Chapter One by thunder-13
Melody's smiling more than I've ever seen, a red flush shining on her clear skin and life shining bright in her eyes. The red and white lights illuminating us sparkle off our chains and peircings. The crowd rumbles below us like a sea of heaving bodies. I can feel my bandmates's presences and their rush of pride. I can practically feel their hearts thumping through the floor.
I peer through the crowd, looking for that boy, the one with the cast on his leg, the one that was in such a hurry to leave the concert. I can't spot him, b
Just FlyI think that maybe, hopefully,Just Fly by thunder-13
most of our lives
we are falling
and for a brief few moments
when we find
something to live for,
and landing feels so different,
It feels like floating.
And landing becomes
because we all land
We search all our lives
To land again,
And most of us
Only the wise
Learn to fly
And only the blessed
are eternally happy
because they caught their dream
and they soared with it.
Universe of You Do you even remember what we used to be? The galaxies we had ran from, for fear that we wouldn't be the same. The cosmoses we hid from to keep us the same. The stupid illusions that all would be okay if we stayed apart from the real world and live our lives in denial together?Universe of You by thunder-13
Only the sun saved me from endless exclusion, only an unstable ball of gas held together by who knows what. That universe of yours was killing me, stifling me like that black, airless void out there that no one really knows about. Only I was there to keep you company in your kingdom of emptiness.
The sun broke through your gravity and dragged me from that dying place of eternal night. It's intensity was something that you couldn't seem to muster, you being a dying star, torn apart by your own faults and lack of energy. You seemed broken and used even before I came to your secluded neighborhood.
After I left, I could see aga
TroubledMay your sails catch wind
May your heart find strength from within
Your mind be at ease
As you ride the sea's
There is no tie
made from a lie
Tis only my frail trouble heart
Begging not to be ripped apart
My very best friend
let not the waters be your end
You sail to new lands
far from my cold hands
You have held me safe and close
and kept me from another overdose.
Yes I am full of trouble
But my love for you is double.
YouIt seemed strange to Eugene that the sky in Corona should have been bright and clear for a hanging while it seemed to grow darker the deeper they got into the forest. Good thing that between Eugene and Maximus they had payed enough attention to their surroundings to know where they were going. He ducked under the vines that had hidden the tower for so many years and he and Max thundered into the canyon. There was a sudden thought in the back of his mind that they should have slowed down and snuck in, but it was too late now. Three days ago that would have been his pervading thought. Three days ago he was nothing more than a self-serving thief. Not this time. Right at the moment the only thing he could think of was Rapunzel. Was she alright? If those brothers had touched her - if that woman had done anything to her - he would fix it. He could fix it. The canyon was still quiet, maybe he was lucky and the woman had left her alone again. Maybe she would have her frying pan ready like she
MidnightMidnight has always been my favorite time of night. Where everything is drenched in suffocating darkness, except for the lucky places decorated with bright orange street lights.
The dark untouched places hiding secrets and wandering eyes and obscuring figures that have never been, or always were.
I loved the feeling of the bitter coldness that sinks into your skin and chills you bones. Turning warm peach skin to cool pasty white.
Twisting any blossoming summer beauty into a wilting winter bloom.
The beautiful sight that is the royal blue sky that's an almost inky black usually sown with sparkling stars and a glowing moon or slender wisps of deep grey clouds obscuring any source of natural light.
Enjoying the tranquil silence; broken by the occasional whistle of broken wind that tickled my skin and the light scurries of wind-swept debris as it scatters across concrete and through moist grass and greenery.
However my favorite thing about Midnight, in all it dark and smoldering glory; is
my chemical romance bibleYou know you're a My Chemical Romance Freak when
1. Your carpet is soaked with drool after watching them play on TV
2. You cry when u hear them play your favorite song live
3. You hear someone say My Chemical Romance and you snap to attention
4. You stand your ground and defend them when someone tries to criticize them
5. You feel like burning the TRL building down
6. You read a story and claim you saw one of the band members names, though its not there
7. You have a MCR song for every point in your day
8. You lick the TV when there on it, Mmm..MCR
9. You recite the words to the song when someone even mutters just a word of it.
10. You Live by the words of My Chemical Romance
11. You've asked your parents millions of times if you could make MCR your religion!!
12. You lick pictures of Gerard, or any of the band members for that matter ( This was mentioned by ~that-girl-24 and was happily posted to the bible.)
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE BIBLE
Gerard Way puts the "laughter
How My Chemical Romance Saved My Life
And that was that, I guess The pills weren't working, and so there wasn't anything left to do except put that big old kitchen knife to her throat. Or fly off the top of that big bank building downtown. Or take then entire bottle of those lovely little pills that were supposed to make everything better.
I slunk across the floor of the house, silent at three in the morning, and unmoving under the silver moonlight except for me, trudging along with the bottle of pills in my hands. I laughed a little at the irony.
These pills this medication was supposed to make my life brighter and take away the depression and pain. They hadn't done their job, so they were being commissioned by me to perform one final fling. A contract kill that'd relieve the pain permanently. Seemed about right, to end a futile life that I was tired of living. I'm a fish in a barrel anyways; waiting to be picked out by the stronger,
I was taught right from wrong I was taught right from wrong
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being surrounded with people
I was taught to be perfect
By those that wanted to see me fail
I was taught to be loyal
By everyone that ever walked out of my life
I was taught to make people happy
By everyone who ever made me miserable
I was taught to control my temper
By those with explosive tempers
I was taught to take care of myself
By those who tried to kill me
I was taug
Music Is...What is music?
A little boy asked me that today.
I bent down so that our faces were level
And then I said to him with a smile,
Why do you care?
Out of so many people today
Why do you care?
He looked back at me
His eyes too thoughtful for his age
And he said right back to me,
Because I want to make good music.
I liked that answer, and I told him so.
He was happy and he smiled.
Take my hand, I said, and walk with me now
And I will show you those things that proper music make.
He put his small hand into mine and came with me.
I didnt know what to make of this, he trusted me.
But I led him along, and as I did I pointed out
Some of those things that proper music make.
Music, I said, is the harmony in the world
Brought together to create a myriad of sensations.
Music is our footsteps on the ground
Music is my walking with you.
Music is that ancient couple over there
See how elderly they are, yet they see each
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