I'm jet I think
I like cats better than I like most people and I can play iron man on the ukulele
welcome to my pity party.
enjoy your stay
Im gonna write a serious play about a middle of butt fuck nowhere little town and the very small and sad punk scene there and an alien event that might be aliens but also might just be people being really fucking weird and I think I actually have an idea for once.
but why do i say “i know” to my pets when they make noises. im lying to them. i don’t know anything.
1930’s Teen Delinquents
i.e. life role models
I’m just gonna reblog this again because it’s one of my favorite pictures ever.
That girl in the chair seems like such a badass I bet she was the leader of the crew.
I want to write about these girls.
When I was a teenager my mother found my grandmother’s (her mother) school scrapbook. It included things like photos, notes, and a two page spread of every demerit she ever received over the course of her formal education. Each of them set aside with little tags like she was so fucking proud of them. They were all for things like, “Unladylike behavior” or, “Skirt too short” or, “refuses to listen to authority”. I loved that spread so much.
I always have to reblog this.