i hate the fact i didn’t get a cool fucking name like there’s some guy at my work called Nico and another called Reggie. i’m so jealous. my mum was UNORIGINAL.
if you want me to consume a new media you MUST catch me at the exact moment when the stars are aligned and the air pressure is equal to the current degree of the sun’s peak against the horizon and all the cosmic energies are perfectly unified (aka my old interest is fading out) or i will nod and say “im adding that to my list!” Knowing theres no chance i will check it out
When you both survive to 1987, and your boyfriend takes you to see the hottest new rock act in town. Then feels jealous because his other half is crushing on the guitarist HARD.
‘That better be a packet of lifesavers in your pocket, Munson.’
How’s the imposter syndrome? How’s the inability to accept affection? How’s the incessant need to be included but also feeling constantly out of place?