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
I’m not the girl your mother warns you about. I won’t kiss your bestfriend, or break your heart. I won’t make you choose between what you love to do and me. I’m not cold. I’m not reckless. I will love you more than anything. I will kiss you when you cry. And I’ll stand by your side until you decide otherwise..
I want you pressed against me and I want our legs tangled together and I want you to kiss me like it’s our first kiss all over again