She kisses in a way that makes me think, in the middle of kissing her, that if I hadn’t done this, I’d walk around for the rest of my life with some kind of regret whose origins I could never entirely place.
Mary McCoy, Indestructible Object
help my fringe .. it’s drooping over my eyes .. my hand .. is uncontrollably reaching for eyeliner .. why
dear god there is a new my chemical romance song