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Drenched In Sin

For the third day in a row, Brian spits out a mouthful of blood into the pearly white sink, his head pounding louder than two trains crashing into each other as he glances at himself in the mirror. He sighs at the sight of his eyes looking like they’ve been punched due to lack of sleep, and the little trail of blood dribbling from his mouth to his chin and dripping slowly into the basin, his hair is greasy and his nose looks bent out of shape, and it all makes him want to cry. He hears the floorboards outside the bathroom creak and he shudders, wiping the blood from his chin with a piece of toilet paper and dropping it into the little b

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Tears

It kills me to see the constellations in your eyes become shooting stars gliterring over the hills of your cheekbones.

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Frerard Chapters

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Gerard Way 3

Art

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Literature

Lollipop: Frerard: Oneshot

"Whoa, check out the new kid." Ray nudged me in the ribcage and after whacking him on the arm, I turned. A talk boy with shaggy dark hair, pale skin, big, scared-looking eyes and a lollipop jammed firmly in his mouth walked past our table, lunch tray in hand. He looked for a place to sit but nobody seemed to be offering. "You think we should ask him to sit with us?" I muttered, transfixed by the way he moved the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other without using his hands. He caught me looking at him and smiled shyly. I looked away. Ray groaned. "Frank! You aren't crushing on this guy are you? He's a total weirdo!" "No…"

Frerard

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Literature

Drenched In Sin

For the third day in a row, Brian spits out a mouthful of blood into the pearly white sink, his head pounding louder than two trains crashing into each other as he glances at himself in the mirror. He sighs at the sight of his eyes looking like they’ve been punched due to lack of sleep, and the little trail of blood dribbling from his mouth to his chin and dripping slowly into the basin, his hair is greasy and his nose looks bent out of shape, and it all makes him want to cry. He hears the floorboards outside the bathroom creak and he shudders, wiping the blood from his chin with a piece of toilet paper and dropping it into the little b

Read Later Because It's Worth Reading

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Literature

The Ruins of Yesterday

     You waited for me, but I’m never here.     It’s late autumn.  The wind is howling in my ears, swishing the grass around my feet, and chilling me to the bone.  It should make me feel anguished, distressed, but it only registers blankly in the back of my brain as something else that’s happening.  I like the cold.  Some days, it feels like I’ve only known the sensation of ice penetrating my skin, sorting through all of my layers until it gets to the very pulse of who I am.     I think of how everything’s changed, how what used to make us smile and laugh turned into the hate that twisted everything, forever.

My Chemical Romance

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