because aliens ate my buick

*looking in the mirror* You are not morrissey. You are a friendly, charming, driven young woman. Not morrissey. Do not think, "I am morrissey"

as much as i poke fun at “tumblr prose,” i will acknowledge that sometimes when you’re writing and you’re really in the groove, you’re really feeling yourself, you’re on your capital-a Author shit, and you write a line that makes you go, “oh yeah, this is the Good Shit. this is so Subtle and Says So Much. this is Characterization. this is Themes and Motifs. you could write a whole essay about this one line. the master of the craft strikes again!” and then a month or whatever later when you’re editing you read over it again with post-write clarity and you realize you wrote some real “people die when they’re killed” bullshit

gerard killing the vibe and playing death metal and mikey reviving the vibe by playing the smiths like you two are the funniest people ever

i love im on fire because he wrote that song with a gun pressed to his head in one hand his dick in the other and was moving the pen with telekinesis

i have so many questions. what was the conversation that led to this? can they do this again? how much xanax is gerard on?

This is awesome they're just gonna sit awkwardly behind the turntables the whole time playing songs that only 10% of the audience will recognize at any given moment

He's making everyone listen to fucking The Smiths. He's not trapped in there with y'all, y'all are trapped in there with him

t-shirt with the words “high-functioning corpse” printed on it

Idk about you but personally i’d rather have cigarette and alcohol sponsors in f1 instead of gambling apps, ai, and software companies that are used in the military to kill civilians