what a time to be depressed in middle school. my uniform was flower crowns, combat boots, a skirt, tights and a graphic t-shirt. I thought my tumblr was so fucking sick—I copied some code on the backend so Born to die by Lana del Rey played and the mouse was a skull. So funny that at the time I was terminally unique, now this shared experience is something you can practically smell on early 20 year old gays.
