that summer i hit my true radiance and baby owen was waiting to play pool with me and that one rich girl was backbackin. lucy’s was gross and old and thirty years ago my mom played pool at that same table.
i rather it died than become what it is, for financial bro’s girlfriends to debute their urban outfitters sale dresses to the tune of bands who just missed making it big as fleet foxes openers
things were easier (because i was a kid) but it seemed so simple. where are all the frozen yogurt restaurants? why don’t people have cds anymore? bring back limewire and online chat blogs and weird websites and silly graphic t-shirts and chunky sneakers and twee and hipster styles. i miss collegehumor and buzzfeed. but i bring the nostalgia for myself back every day by dressing like i stepped out of a rhett and link music video and listening to modest mouse and metric and the yeah yeah yeahs. i love my digital camera and my dvds and volunteering at my university radio station.
please i miss it
need y/n to throw her hair in a messy bun with flannels and bright green orbs and a drunken mother selling y/n off to a boyband to fuel her habits.
