I feel like coming into the skeleton clique is like walking down a dark scary hallway and opening a door to find a bunch of people in floral print with plates of cookies and balloons all looking a little bit lost, but very happy to see you.
Gerard Way singing “First Date” with Blink-182
Interviewer: Are you okay? You want some water?
Gerard: Um, I’m NOT okay.
Interviewer: Do you want water? Do you need the Heimlich maneuver?
Gerard: Why are you laughing at me, Frank?
Frank: 'cause you can’t just drop the single like that. What are you, a rapper?
why aren’t we talking about this?
"who said white people can’t dance?"
Twenty One Pilots | Trapdoor
How do we assess where we are? How do we determine our threat level?
There are some that would say we can measure it by magazine articles and blog mentions. And there are others that would say we can determine it by sold out arena shows, by plaques on the wall. But maybe it lies beyond anything you can quantify. That there just isn’t an algorithm to determine how many hours of the year were spent in airports, waiting for baggage. That can determine how much someone loves a song based on how many trains they took to get to the show, and that there is simply no unit of measurement for lost voices.
STOP MAKING ME CRY WITH THESE GIFS I CANT TAKE IT NO MORE