Voyager Twelve
Having a dysphoric femme breakdown in your room at 2AM
It’s springtime, the sun is out, and every beautiful moment reminds me of just how much I am in love with you
I copy mixtapes from TMT and have passed them off as my own
Punk Rock Songs You Can Deliver a Baby Girl To
Leather jacket. Red lipstick. Cigarettes.
I’m not okay
Sometimes I feel like dying so I can reach the transcendental plane of existence after the cosmic annihilation of the self
I forgot how to relate to other people
Songs to play in my car to impress my crush
For what? You’re attached, and you only wanted me for one thing anyway.
Does every mixtape need Oneohtrix Point Never?
Satan Robot
Spelling Bee
The News
Don’t Worry I Figured It Out
Passed On
Venture Capital
