A gen z mood is having a detailed plan of what you would do if some one shot up your school, like where you would hide and how you would hide your friends to keep them safe even if you yourself are not.
concept: i get my drivers license and then i come to your house to pick you up. we go to the grocery store, it’s nine at night so the store is soon to closing, and we buy those cake slices in plastic containers. we sit in my car in the parking lot, you connect to bluetooth because i like your music taste and eat cake while it starts to rain. nothing else matters because nothing else feels real.
i bet she’s the girl who reads in public so people will think she’s super sophisticated but in reality she’s a silly little lesbian
suck down and run, clown
oh my god, let me be gay in peace
yah? nah?
Does anyone else wanna lay in an empty field on a blanket late one summer evening when it's not too dark or cold but the sun's setting with a girl cuddled up to your side listening to chill indie music using a skateboard as a pillow... or is it just me?
i want to dance in our kitchen listening to good old fashioned lover boy by queen and then we will have peaked wlw/mlm solidarity
stumbling into the door after their 5th muse concert
heads fuzzy with the overly sweet hard ciders that they had throughout the night
ten years later, it still feels fresh
the same lyrics drunkenly screamed at the show, from the same teen who he brought nearly a decade ago
he has grown. physically. mentally. emotionally. they both have
but his brown eyes shine just as bright when he watches his idol on stage as they did all those years ago
they’re older now, muse isn’t a common topic they talk about now, like they had during skype days
but his heart still grows when he hears the love of his life screams along lyrics from songs he loves
they’ll always have Muse
dark academia on a budget
(because not only rich people can be dark academics)
-thrifting with friends for old sweaters that someone’s grandfather must have worn
-getting second (or third or fourth) hand books and reading the notes that other people left in them
-making sure everything is tidy and clean, no matter what
-adopting a minimalist aesthetic
-or making your own decorations (which then makes you better at lettering and art)
-sitting in a local cafe and buying the cheapest thing so that you can study there (and making sure that you tip as much as you can)
-reading poetry online, printing your favorites, and posting them on your walls
-taking as much of your family’s clothing that they’ll let you have
-rotating the same few shirts, pants, and shoes without anyone noticing
-a lack of jewelry (because there are more important things)
-sitting outside at a park to read or write
-looking outside windows on public transport while listening to somber music