today in choir the starting note for sopranos at was the first note of black parade and every single time the pianist pressed it my head along with like three other people shot up it’s like this is some weirdass emo programming and we’re doomed to black eyeliner hell
i met gerard tonight and i was kind of crying a little and as he was signing my copy of bullets all i had time to say was “i’m really happy that you’re happy” and he looked really surprised by that and he said “thank you… i’m really happy” and it sounded so genuine and sincere and i like burst into tears and he hugged me like 4 seconds longer than everyone else and said “thank you” in my ear really quiet while i cried on him and it was exactly how i wanted meeting him to go and i will never forget tonight it means everything to me
I’m sorry, but if lesbians can control themselves in a girls only changing room with ass naked woman waltzing around. Then I figure men should be able to control them selves with clothed girls walking down the street. Just a thought.
I think I know now why I was so upset by my mom’s reaction when I told her I’m bi/pansexual and have a girlfriend.
She acted very shut-down, and while I guess you could call her “accepting” of the information, she very much just brushed it off and went on to ask more questions about my health (how is my eating, weight questions, etc). Then she practically raced out of my dorm room to drive back home.
The thing is, I know that if I had told her I have a boyfriend, she would have wanted to know every detail.
This morning a guy in one of my classes was telling me about how he sometimes hangs out with my roommates in our common room and how I’m “never there”. I replied that it’s ‘cause I’m always in my room or out somewhere (aka probably in Anne’s room, haha) and just urghhhhhhhhh #sorry I’m awkward