Picture this: it’s 2007, you’re on your family computer on stardoll.com listening to Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne on repeat. Your ringtone is I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry. You somehow don’t realize you’re not straight.
My mattress is strapped to eight roombas and I leave all my doors open at night so the roombas can go where they want to. I wake up where they want me to be. I trust their decisions.
i’m in aesthetic hell like i want to be a classy history museum girl who wears blouses and flowy skirts and ballet flats and wine red lipstick and cute gold rings but i also wanna be a badass punk chick who wears black skinny jeans and band shirts and has a nose piercing and cool choppy hair and big stompy doc martens but i also wanna be an art kid who wears mom jeans and cute graphic tees and worn out converse and has flowers in her hair but i also wanna be a glowy sexy girl who has an impeccable highlight and wears gold hoops and slinky silk dresses and in the end i can’t be any of them so i just sit here in my boring jeans and shirts
