Last year I celebrated by eating candy and poptarts, and this year I'm going to add his name to the chill spot.
Along with Conor Oberst
I think when I get old, and have kids and stuff, every year on Brendon's birthday, I'll make a cake.
And my kids will be like, "wtf?cake?"
And they'll have no clue. hahahahaha....









<3
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"Talent alone cannot make a writer..." -Ralph Waldo Emerson
You like Mikey Way, ne?
I'mma watch you just because of that.
Mikey Way FOR THE EPIC WIN!!
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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE SHAVED MY WIFE.
92.473057% of people have percentages in their signatures. If you're part of the 7.526943% who like to make them up, put this in your sig.
ERODING! EROODING! EROOOOODINGG!! EERROOOOOOODINGG!!!!!
Why thank you.
Mikey way is super rad.
I'll be posting some fan fics here and there.
But most of my pctures and such will be on my other account, fantasticposinggreed. If you'd like to talk to me suggest you go to that one, because I log into it more often. :]
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"We all accept the love we think we deserve."-The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE SHAVED MY WIFE.
92.473057% of people have percentages in their signatures. If you're part of the 7.526943% who like to make them up, put this in your sig.
ERODING! EROODING! EROOOOODINGG!! EERROOOOOOODINGG!!!!!
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I know I'm dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath
=SkyAndNatureClub
=theskyclub
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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"And stop counting on that camera that hangs 'round your neck, because it won't ever remember what you choose to forget."
but thank you
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
Sorry for the slight change in screenname. this is my new account, the one you commented on was my old one. :]
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"And stop counting on that camera that hangs 'round your neck, because it won't ever remember what you choose to forget."
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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