i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again
i wish my roommate wasn’t in here cos i need to call somebody
turveys answered your question “pls reply to this post and describe my aesthetic ?”
sky-fi wave of the future
illegible-bachelor replied to your post “[[MOR]i know it’s gonna take me more than 4 years to graduate just…”
If you ever need to drop out for sanity’s sake, you can come live with me if you’re down with some SERIOUS SNOW AND alMOAT BEING IN CANADA. I rode my bike and looked at pretty kinda shabby Victorian houses that we used to plan to live in together.
Like it’s pretty much written in the stars that we’ll live together at some point. Only drinking out of brandy glasses/only drinking brandy, both a-ok, wild flowers, clothes lines, art, high-not-high conversations with Pizza Hut it’s destiny
man this is everything i want and need right now, my sanity is no where to be found. i’m floundering. i need koolaid out of brandy glasses and impromptu sing-alongs and having existential crises while we wait for the pizza guy.
share a coke with your own crippling sense of loneliness and inability to be mentally present in the real world