I’m Not My Type But I Love My Bed

A Sex Pistols fan in her bedroom, 1979.

@mikedirnts-sideburns

The year is 2019. You're driving to work dressed in a professional outfit that still holds a hint of your old emo-self. You shuffle through spotify and Gerard Way is screaming at the top of his lungs. He is okay today, and you may not be, but that's okay...you will be.

everyone in the replies of this post saying “well I think she’s pretty!” missed the whole damn point lmao

it's 2022. donald trump has died in disgrace days after being impeached and jailed. my chemical romance's new album is coming out the same day as the new spiderverse movie. the lizzo and janelle monaé collab song is blowing up the radio. lil nas x has a verse in it. you and your partner have time and energy for dates after work after jeff bezos' assets have been seized and distributed to the public in the wake of his arrest for keeping employees in unsafe working conditions.

wow i would be hella excited for my future if this happened

today’s the day

oh you like history? name everything that ever happened

i hate it when u stop being friends w someone or u break up w someone cos uve got all this information about them like at the back of ur mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you’ll think about that person and its like. oh. and it never really Stops