Re-print of the 26/02/05 cover featuring My Chemical Romance
i had a dream that i was in mcr last night, like not replacing anyone, just singing with them and had like one single. we were about to perform live when i woke up
Silly kids, don’t you know that we’re all full of emptiness and essentially nothing at all? You’re just describing the average human experience there.
Also Spacekin: Everyone loves the stars and wants to go to space, duh.
No, but seriously, being an old person on the internet, who has been on the internet since before some of these people were born: this whole overabundance of “kins” on Tumblr is exactly like the 2005ish Deviantart sparkle dogs thing (which is still obviously on going, it just seemed to really take off then and was taken much more seriously back then) where people tried to out fursona each other with increasingly elaborate character designs that “no, really guys, this is really my true self this time”. Then eventually all the dog designs were taken so people started picking more obscure animals, and then I stopped paying attention to Deviant Art and now the same type of people are just planets and plants and the concept of nothingness. Just a bunch of totally average kids trying to find the totally usual ways of being different from other average kids.
I legit don’t care if someone thinks they’re pluto or the crab nebula, it’s just sort of weirdly hilarious to see the same stuff popping up again and again over the years online in different places and each time people are like “no, it’s even more real this time.”
david lynch is directing a movie
with a vaporwave soundtrack
about watching blitz bombs from
popout chairs on the gaza strip
there’s a timelapse scene
of confused honey bees
with a cut straight to detorit;
dan gilbert’s snapping up buildings
at bargain basement prices
saxaphone is happening
pinks and blues and greens dance
to something slowed down
reflective of another faster
dave’s voice yells
b/c the actors aren’t
wow, i should maybe stop sleeping in b/c when i do my dreams are whack. this dream was set in philadelphia. i was getting back into lolita and hanging with a bunch of sweet lolitas wearing a gothic outfit. i had one friend there who was wearing a super casual emily temple cute coord. we got on a bus to go to some restaurant for the meet up. that was ok, i got to talk to my friend about how lame we thought all the other lolitas were. when we get there is when things start to go awry. first of all there’s a giant line. and we have to stand in it, but then i loose everyone in the group and the next thing i know a large man is assaulting me. he is pulling my dress and saying stuff that i can’t understand because it’s a dream and like everything is coming out charlie brown style. when i try to make him stop at first i can’t and everyone around me seems to think it’s ok. but he finally does and listens to me about why what he was doing was wrong. finally i get into the place and everyone is getting served cheeseburgers but me!! i still couldn’t find the other lolitas so i tried to make my way to the back. on the way i stole a pickle from someone else’s table and ate most of it. the back is just a bathoom, but im there already so i go in with a half eaten pickle in my mouth and look in the mirror. my dress was all of a sudden white annnnd i wasn’t wearing a blouse so i could see my chest, which had a copious amount of chest hair. i am not even sure that i was still in my own body! in horror i leave the bathroom and I finally find my companions. my friend with the casual outfit is like, “where have you been?” i tell her not to worry and ask her to order me a cheeseburger. then i wake up…