danger days is long drives in the summer, hands stained with hair dye, constantly feeling a split second from falling apart, firsts and lasts all wrapped up into one, late nights in the middle of nowhere, childhood nostalgia and adulthood fear. the realization that you’re growing up whether you like it or not.
the black parade is suffering. staring at the ceiling at 3 AM wondering if you’re a real person, slowly pushing away everyone you love, self destructive impulses and a constant feeling or terror, fighting your demons even when you feel like you’re dying. the fear of getting older, but never better.
revenge is clinging to your youth for dear life, searching for innocence and purity everywhere you look in a fruitless attempt to preserve it, fights with best friends, losing your childhood sweetheart to distance and time, the inevitability of change. a headfirst dive into responsibility and heartbreak you never asked for.
bullets is home. the family you choose, the life you build for yourself out of childhood rubble and wishful thinking, paranoid insomnia, cutting your hair in the bathroom at midnight on a whim, spilling your guts onto the page and praying someone listens. being young and dumb, but so alive.
my man mentioned on one occasion about a month ago that he's going to surprise me with a visit when I least expect it so I've been on edge for a full month now and lemme tell ya it is exhausting