Posting On Here Again So You Know I'm Going Through It

heyy everyone my name is Alex and I'm pretty new to tumblr

I love mcr, david bowie, deftones, the cure, duster, arctic monkeys, fight club and howls moving castle

Sister to Sleep / 10.17.22

man mcr recording bullets was really like. hello we are my chemical romance from new jersey :) our drummer can't play and does NOT want to improve. here is our guitarist who is the best thing to happen to music in the last 20 years and his little helper. he has rabies. he is also very very talented but we recruited him like a week before finishing this album so I guess we'll wait and see. our bassist has never picked up a bass in his life. this is our singer. yeah he just looks like that. it's because he never comes out of his basement but he is also plagued by visions from god. he has never taken anything close to vocal lessons but he also possesses the voice of an angel who went to hell but got lost and landed in new jersey (1000x worse). he has every dental problem ever but if you punch him in the face he can forget about it and give you the best performance on this record. geoff rickly please produce our album :(

pick ur fighter: gerard on stage indignantly recounting the unjust overreaction of ray's arrest and overnight (?) jail stay over "two fucking batteries" vs frank seeing ray getting caught for slipping two double-a batteries out of a packet, running back into the same walmart ray stole them from to steal a camera with which he proceeded to take photos of ray being arrested (as a reminder. for attempting to shoplift two batteries), and ALSO stealing the actual sign off the wall that says "shoplifters will be prosecuted," which he then gifted to ray just to make fun of him when they picked him up from the station. all without getting caught himself.

I will ALWAYS support a strange ass bitch

i could never go to a mcr concert because if I saw american rock band my chemical romance playing an american rock band my chemical romance song in an american rock band my chemical romance concert I would pass away on the spot

someone in my town has been murdered today this is so my chemical romance

Starting with kindergarten, our educational system is like a gigantic, heartless machinery programmed to standardise everything on its assembly line and discard all that does not fit the norm.

It's like you're putting pressure on the most vulnerable children, straining them to the max and beyond, until they crack and start erring, and then you slap a diagnosis on their foreheads and pat yourselves on the shoulder proudly, saying "good thing we spotted that".

Well, fuck you back. Just fuck you.

How about next time, you don't break them, and you don't put more pressure on them than they can bear, and you let them tap into their own resources and allow them to grow at their own pace and just look at the kid standing before you, just fucking look at them — not through them — at them — and see what they need to not be overwhelmed.

It's your job. Your vocation. To accompany children — even the fragile and difficult ones — into growth, not to pressure-test them and push their buttons and push them again until they cave in under the pressure and their tiny, fragile circuits begin to err while you keep pushing their buttons, and then you hand them to a specialized colleague because the child is [insert diagnosis here].

Just fuck you. This is where I draw the line. Fuck you.

They never want to stop