i'm back from my month-long europe trip!
some new edits are now on my queue so that's something to look forward to!
if you heard, gerard way's got his new tumblr that means that iya is currently crying her guts out pls send help
so shut your eyes,kiss me goodbye
and sleep,just sleep.
the year is 2054. patrick stump is 70 years old. his grandchildren frolic in his back yard. for old times sake, patrick brings up his twitter feed. ‘q&a?’ he types out slowly to the few people still using the ancient website. he figures no one will respond and is about to walk away from the computer. but suddenly… he gets a notification. patrick is excited and goes to click it as fast as his old hands allow him to.
‘is peterick real xD’
"After a few months I started to take a look at what I was making, I had for the first time in my life written a large grip of songs completely alone and without any expectations or plans of what they would be for. I’ve always been in bands writing songs with friends in order to play shows or record a future record. But this was different. These songs, they were all mine. They started inside me as these wretched stomachaches and I had to dig them out of me in order to survive. They were my disease and ultimately became my cure.” x; x