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Gerard in the new 4K Remastered Helena mv

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The black parade is dead, and me? Well I don't feel so-*my assistant swoops in and whispers in my ear* wait what... *more whispering* it can't be... *even more whispering* alive you say.... 😳😳

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Might post the little snippet of a story that I've been writing on here soon 🤫

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The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.

Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?

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i didn't say it was good, i said it has bewitched me body and soul

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NOT A DRILL:

NEW MCR VID AND NEW MEXICO SHOW ADDED!!!

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Megan Thee Stallion x WhoWhatWear

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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annie appreciation post✨

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July 6, 2007

weve been indoctrinated to crave the idea of the extraordinary ordinary we accept the blogs and camera phones as mediums, not as in the transfer of information, but more closely defined to the idea of the spiritual medium…- as the prophets, the eye and pyramid on the dollar bill we are just flies on the wall watching a culture have a nervous breakdown. everyone is born between may 22 and june 22, even if theyre not- we are a gemini generation. we love to hate everything in other people that we hate about ourselves. arrogantly insecure and vice versa. and life lately is just always about the spins and collateral damage. i drive zippers the way truckers know i80 sometimes the snow and ground frost shut us both down in love with the idea of permanent impermanence. so careful of stuttered over articulation, as though saying the word better would somehow make it mean more. the worlds worst kind of diary. pulled the pause button off of every electronic gadget in my home- i despise it so. strangely fulfilled by the idea of loving strangers and hating my few remaining friends. how there had to be an inkling in the head of neal armstrong to just stay on the moon and wait for the air to run out, besides the fact thats what we are all doing sort of in the long run only he’d have a better view.

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*emerges from headphones covered in blood* the album's really good you should listen

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my rouge & shadow gijinkas serving face

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Yeah even in arcadia album is a 10/10 I'm so glad I ordered the cd

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Provider is very beautiful, lovely yet sad song obviously about Vessel's own experience but when I heard him say "good girl" I was caught off guard and had to pause, relisten, and pull up the lyrics to make sure I heard that right