Something I conjured up today from some song titles
Even in another life I’ll be eternally yours my love, my graveyard baby, my little hatefuck, my everything. Never forget I may be dead as fuck but I’ll love you for eternity I apologize if I shatter you like porcelain but even while broken you will always be my masterpiece.
Had a thought so I’m making a headcannon about it
Being neighbors with Ricky Olson without knowing he’s in a band would include:
• waving to each other while he’s out writing on his porch as you do yoga on your own porch
• him asking you to water his plants while he’s gone on a “business trip”
• inviting the other over for dinner if one of you made too much food
• seeing all the guitars in his house and asking about them to which he replies “yeah I play, it’s an old hobby”
• talking to each other loudly from across the porches rather than just meeting in the middle of the shared backyard
• turning to a random channel on the tv only to see Ricky performing Rhea Ripley’s entrance for Wrestlemania
• seeing him the next day and remarking playfully: “you know playing for 70,000 people at Wrestlemania is a bit extreme for a hobby”
Chris:Fuck a heatwave,a goth never gets too warm.
*One Hour Later*
Chris:I have heatstroke.
Fun fact: I’m autistic I’m gonna do a thing inspired by another person
oh and
we are having danger days summer!! we are dying our hair and driving our cars too fast and getting sunburned!! we’re making art and participating in the local music scene and eating junk food and spending all our time with our friends!! and killing government employees also.
If you don’t reblog this you’re lying