#livejournal entry

[sykosixx]

july 4th 2005

your number one with a bullet:

i love the way you have with me.

i love william beckett. like a boy loves a boy.

i love this one girl. she makes me swoon.

i love your tired eyes trying to keep up with us on stage.

i love the way you make me an honest man.

and im kinda easy on the eyes sometimes, right?

i love being up at 9 am.

i love the night.

i love living forever.

i love summer.

i am loving this.

and you and everything.

you cant miss me baby boy, we're doing big things.

thanks for being the best friends and family i could ever have.

– petey

[backseatloversz]

both of them saying semi-charmed life and round here😭

[nobodynotbymitski]

me when bang the doldrums comes on.

[mikeyrrevenge]

July 4, 2005

your number one with a bullet:

i love the way you have with me.

i love william beckett. like a boy loves a boy.

i love this one girl. she makes me swoon.

i love your tired eyes trying to keep up with us on stage.

i love the way youre gonna make me an honest man.

and im kinda easy on the eyes sometimes, right?

i love being up at 9 am.

i love the night.

i love living forever.

i love summer.

i am loving this.

and you and everything.

you cant miss me, baby boy, we’re doing big things.

thanks for always being the best friends and fans we could ever have.

- petey

[bitcell]

when s3 drops and i can finally use the infamous petekey “i’m sorry every single song is about you” audio that’s viral on tiktok for loustat edits

[herheartdisplayed]

Am I the only young person that feels completely out of touch from all types of media, and just pop culture in general? Like someone will reference an insanely popular band, and I won’t know the band by name, only by their songs. 😭 Or someone will mention a celebrity that has been really popular for 10+ years, and I won’t be able to recognize them by their face, I’m just familiar with the names. I’m on social media a ton, but still don’t know who 8/10th of the popular influencers currently are, and I hardly watch movies, read books, or watch tv shows. Like I’m completely a blank slate, it’s insane, lol.

Does anyone have any book, music, tv show, or movie recs?

[swampsongmp3]

if anyone cares im trying to curate pink floyd fics from livejournal in a spreadsheet

[idontknowwhyimhere102]

Amazing New Mexico sunset. I’m hanging on a bridge with my friend Mikey way from my chem. It’s all orange and pink above us. We went to another water park again. I love high fives again. Totally back in love. Saw the most amazing movie… think it’s called spirited away. Watch it. 

Twitching, convulsing, foaming at the mouth, biting biting biting my skin of... Petekey... Aaughhhfffgghh....

[mskpassed]

Nothing but a guy

There's nothing poetic about a guy suffering, about how he throws punches to walls when he's upset, about how his eyes never wet or shed tears because he's too surrounded by toxic masculinity to even admit to having emotions.

Life isn't as I paint it, but more as I wish for it to be. Nothing will ever be as painful as standing in front of a mirror, punching and kicking at it until all its shards fall on my arms. Watch them stab my tough skin but never leave enough scars.

Is there anything poetic about a break up? About the way your heart gets ripped apart and thrown into a ditch, about how you feel useless and worthless and begin losing your appetite, about how your day gets ruined by just the sight of them.

There's no point in explaining the sights and the wishes of a simple person. Of a poet however? Beg to differ for another story from their vault of lullabies. Never wanted to leave any more or any less, not like I ever hoped for it to become.

Just like there will never be something poetic about a drunk. About a struggling person, trying to get up from their bed after they cried their eyes out with a pounding headache accompanying their every move and word. The realization that they're not any better than their family, that they'll never be any better than them. Failed their inner child and their inner soul.

Society kills poets, but poets might just rather they do it instead. No point in getting stabbed in the back when you can just point the gun to the side of your head. Loving and floating above water as the puddles of blood and words surround you.

A gory, beautiful eyesight for sore eyes.

I've been me and I've been someone else, I've seen less and I've seen more than enough, I've thrown up and I've loosened up, just as much as everyone in my life has ever had. One thing remains constant as always, the passing of time. Before I know it, the world turns to dust.

I've had my past denied by my own flesh and blood. I know what I know, but I don't think I trust what I know. Never will I trust it, as much as I won't trust family. I will always be as alone as you've met me, I'll never be as loved as you need me to be, I'll never be as tough as you wish for me to be.

I've drowned out all my feelings. I'll never be anything but a fuck up, stuck up. A shell of a man that never even got the chance to live. However painful everything may be, nothing will ever be the same in my life. Wonder how I'll ever move on, how I'll ever live on, how I'll ever survive without having my head under the water.

I've hidden behind everything I ever could. Love, sex, drinks, jokes, pain, regret. I am not the person everyone has ever thought me to be. Away from this city I am a nobody, and inside of it I am still a nobody. Because I am as forgettable as a piece of cardboard and as unforgivable as a crime.

And, man, I am fucked up. I am just a guy behind the screen, writing over and over again.

At the end of the day, I'll always define myself as to what I know about myself, not who I am, as I don't know who I am.

Never will I know.

[mortalfortaxpurposes]

alright, fuck it, swing me by the rafters chorus:

So swing me by the rafters, I'll choke you out with words

Until we hear it shatter, that is still how it goes

Baby I gut people for a living,

Just stop me before my throat starts bleeding

[sykosixx]

july 9th 2005

(via pete wentz livejournal)

-typed out below the cut + my thoughts

i think the motto of my life could be "think negatively, when has thinking the worst ever lead to a disappointment?" late nights and even later kisses. i'm throwing writers blocks hoping to break down the wall between us just to get a word in, but inspiration has ran drier in my throat and bloodstream than the air we try to breathe in every day. in a room we decorated with "could haves" and "wanted to's", i'm with you and we're alone, but it feels like it's just me. maybe i'm just pretending you're here, it's how i get to sleep when i do get to sleep. sleep is a bad habit i'm dying to try. i don't like guessing once let alone second guessing myself. you're inches away and still out of reach. we're not even on the same page. i suddenly wish i could have been a brain surgeon just to figure out what was going on in your head. or a psychologist, just to get a glimpse.

when i can't see (through) you it drives me insane and i break at every light of your cigarette, i wanna know what you're thinking but bad news is old news. now i don't know what's thicker, the tension or my skull... but i've still memorized every possible sound you make while breathing out. i seriously can't breathe so i'll let you do it for me - a new meaning to 'you take my breath away', i don't know why it was given to me in the first place. our eyes meet and i remember and kick myself for forgetting at/it all. i'm making things up just to have more guests at my pityparty. pretending i'd be given a chance when boys like me lose them anyway. yet here i am. and there you are.

people try to figure me/you/us out, but we don't even have it down yet. they can spend hours writing up all my mistakes but the pen couldn't touch you. so you can calculate how this is all adding up and subtracting years off my life. i'm more worried about how it's dividing us apart. girls are harder to figure out than algebra - yet people still try to do it. the one thing i've found is i don't want to lose her. i'm tripping over words and falling in love. i told her i would have bought her the prettiest flowers but she'd make them look ugly in comparison. she laughed and probably figured i was just being cheap again, but i was being serious.

as far as anything else goes, i'll definitely update about it later, but this one is definitely for you. if you ever question my love i'll answer it, i love you.

xxoo

NOTE FROM AL: i think it's funny how often i see this entry overlooked. obviously it's not the iconic Fourth of July 2005 one (god even in your songs, could you be more obvious) (follow up, while looking back through PW old livejournal, i saw "i miss when people didnt know who i was posting abt in erly 2006),, ANYWAYS july 9th! 5 days after 04/07/2005, aka hes gotta still be talking about the same person ie; mikey fuckin way. "you're inches away and still out of reach." oh god the pining after this emotionally unavailable man. the "girl" stuff comes so late and looks too forced imo- anyways, you get the point, petekey 4 lyfe and better off as lover. NOT the other way around or whatever the summer of like insinuates.

idk dawgz, maybe ya boi needs 2 go 2 bed. feel free 2 refute me im too tired 4 this shit. oh yeah + i made a livejournal if any1 still uses that- it was just 2 sketch out emo losers cryptic + painfully obvioous messages but yahoo! mayb ill actually do smth w it.

[hazardsoflove]

the calendar is the best song in the world when you dont have a bitch in your ear saying its abt mikey or it shouldve been a fob song

[emilieautumnarchives]

Tour Tix & VIP Packages On Sale TODAY!

Posted: August 7, 2009 Archived from EA’s Livejournal

Dearest Muffins,

For those two of you who haven't already found out on your own:

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Learn about the Asylum VIP Package available to only 20 people per show (and which includes the "Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls" book!).

Get your tickets at 3 o'clock today before they're gone so that we can celebrate together at 4 o'clock...

THE COUNT DOWN IS ON!!! It's show time...

With Love & Bloody Crumpets from the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, Block B, Cell W14, Inmate A, EA

[skuntank]

Imo the word "Sinnoh" has always felt clunky to me. Still pronouncing it as "Shinou" in my head all these years later

[bleedmymmry]

hi guys ,, you should totally check out my livejournal cus i love writing lame emo poems about my life n stuff.! u should also like totally subscribe n like my stuff cus its kinda embarrassing that my only subscribers are my best friends.. ,,, anyways yeah go fw my sloppy poetry that has zero structure ::)))

https://bleedmymmry.livejournal.com/

[vulpiximisa]

finished phantom hourglass, it was... really short.

i blame it being the first loz on the ds so they were really experimenting, (like rip layton miracle mask for looking so damn ugly for being the first on the 3ds) it laid the foundations and then spirit tracks expanded on it, but revisiting it, seeing how little items there were, and the dungeons were pretty short and the world map is pretty measly too

maybe coming from botw/totk everything is going to pale in comparison now, especially because it was a handheld and not a full console loz

anyway, it was still a really sweet and fun little game. peak dynamic is the kid, the useless adult and the blob. ciela is really chatty and sometimes a bit on the nose about the obvious but her dynamic with linebeck is still lots of fun. linebeck in general is a lot of fun. the ww type humor of link being tossed around is something i missed from the mostly heavy botw world.

still rip to tetra. like i dont even mind her being turned into stone for the majority of the game but the moment she was revived she got nabbed AGAIN.

anyway not sure if i cried when ciela had to leave but id been feeling sentimental today so i definitely teared up. a lot of tracks are so underrated, i really love ciela's theme and the farewell. so what if its just the fairy fountain theme but different, its so good.