Listen to me. Now that mcr is a band again and touring they think everyone will just forget about hesitant alien and forget about millions. They want you to forget about the lyrics to millions. They want you to forget about you don’t understand we don’t hold hands. They want you to forget about and while we’re laying on the floor my mouth is sore i’m keeping score a million reasons but i need a million more. They want you to forget about you believe in love i believe in faith. You cannot forget about millions. Takes you by the shoulders. Look into my eyes you cannot forget about millions. They can’t make you forget

shaving ur entire body for an mcr concert just doesnt work as a concept. instead u should be growing out ur hair especially the bush and u can even put it in a nice braid. if gerard way knew about ur bush braid then u would be invited backstage where ud meet lindsey who saw u from across the stadium and really liked ur vibes.

the only thing you really have to understand about geoff rickly is that he was created in a lab to be your weird as fuck eccentric high school english teacher who is mercilessly mocked and psychologically tortured by most of the class because he’s a very easy target but dearly adored by the kids who are about to figure out they’re trans because he is also deeply lovable and has a face you could come out to. and he was one semester away from becoming exactly this when the universe took a left turn and he accidentally became a rockstar who influenced the direction of an entire subculture of music. and ever since then the universe has been trying to make up for this little mishap by punishing him with a series of misfortunes almost poetic in their magnitude. he IS the tragic postmodern protagonist he should be trying to critically analyse with bunch of unenthusaistic sixteen-year-olds who only know how to deal with their unfortunate crush on him by bullying him.