when i was little i actually questioned why girls were supposed to cross their legs and when i was told “because boys will look up your skirt” i said “then tell boys not to look up our skirts” and my grandma got really angry with me but my uncle thought i was great and gave me a high five
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We’re high-fashion, we’re last chances.
I’m casually obsessed, and I’ve forgiven death,
I am indifferent yet (I am a total wreck),
I’m every cliche, but I simply do it best.
They stand close, this hardy group, taking comfort in each other’s touch, together to the end.