new aesthetic: surreal pop punk
your shorts are glowing and are made of a material not known to this world. your vans die and regenerate every night. every band does covers of gregorian chants. your bangs extend into infinity.
fall out void
Abandon your mortal form and ascend to a higher plane! at the disco
you can look like a stale bagel with extra expired cream cheese and still get so many notes on tumblr white standards of beauty dictate my dashboard
I’m the stalest bagel where are my notes