Estos Weyes Son Mi Todo Istg

I felt as though someone else was behind me, and that I myself was always assuming some pose or other. I would comment on my every gesture, no matter how slight, as if I were standing beside my own self. Now he’s perplexed and is just looking at his palm - that’s what I would say. Or maybe - He muttered something now while scratching behind his ear. Because of this habit, I could no longer act on the spur of the moment, as one less aware of himself would.

Dazai Osamu, “Memories” from Crackling Mountain and Other Stories

LGBT people pass Gerard Way images to each other like soldiers passing cigarettes around in the trenches for a war they're about to lose

I need more content of Chuuya being the boss of the PM, so i did it myself

last summer

The loss of my life

It didn’t pass. HELP!!!!

goodbye im outta herh