[♥]We are all just a Black Parade, and when I Bring You My Bullets; You Better Bring Me Your Love so I don't have to give you Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge[♥]
1.Real M.C.R fans know more songs than Welcome to the Black Parade.
2.Real M.C.R fans know Gerard Way's brother's name
3.Real M.C.R fans shout 'YES!' when one of their songs comes on.
4.Real M.C.R fans punch their cousins/brothers/parents/friends for dissing Gerard's hair.
5.Real M.C.R fans know the names of everyone in the band and what they do.
6.Real M.C.R fans shop for hours just to find a jacket like the band's have for a M.C.R concert.
7.Real M.C.R fans take time to right on the front of all there underwear "i love gerard".
8.Real M.C.R fans ask their mom whats for dinner and are disappointed when she dont say
gerard.
9.Real M.C.R fans start smoking 'cause they think they will be hawt like frank ang gerard.
10.Real M.C.R fans ask for bob for christmas and cry when they dont get him.
11.Real M.C.R fans do dirty things with their M.C.R action figures and are proud to admit it.
12.Real M.C.R fans sleep with a picture of M.C.R and actually have to wipe off the droole stains.
13.Real M.C.R fans pee them selfs when they see them.. on T.V.
14.Real M.C.R fans go in a rendition of Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge when they hear a guy in a restaurant say "So Long"
15.Real M.C.R fans have this on there profile,
JOIN the BLACK parade!

"BELLA?"

Edward's soft voice came from behind me. I turned to see him spring lightly up the porch steps, his hair windblown from running. He pulled me into his arms at once, just like he had in the parking lot, and kissed me again.

This kiss frightened me. There was too much tension, too strong an edge to the way his lips crushed mine—like he was afraid we had only so much time left to us.

For some reason I can't seem to post any thing on your comment wall so I wanted to say thanks for trying to help me.

I'm trying to figure out Jonathan Jacob Walker's phone number and I'm thinking how smart is Jon Walker? I love him but I don't know how simple or intense he will be on this so help if you can.
05.17.2007 - The moon is our pocket watch.
Behold, the forest is blooming. The new summer is approaching us. The water is warm, the air is crisp and the apples are fresh (and crisp as well). Three of me best mates and I are currently working on our new album in the far west regions of New America. I have the whiskey, one has new shoes, one has the moustache and one has the blues. I might have lost my mind but I have found my soul. You might have heard our songs but you haven’t heard our goals, world tion, beginning with the north and moving down along the map. Wait steadily, as you would on Christmas morning. Presents will come and breakfast is the best. If you understand this message then you figured out my phone number. Call me, we will make a plan.
- Jonathan Jacob Walker - 09.17.1985