#girl in red

happy lesbian visibility week to all my queer ladies with sight issues

whoever said romance is dead…are you sure? 

trading indecipherable love letters in the back row of english class whilst the teacher writes up yet another detention slip for the two of us yet, somehow, i don’t seem to mind the idea of being lectured if you’re there beside me 

songs that would be considered red flags if i were a man but i’m not a man so people just assume i have an immaculate taste in music 

i’m well aware that all societal norms surrounding gender expression are godawful HOWEVER that doesn’t mean i don’t constantly wish that i was a male member of cobra starship in the early 2000s 

posing for the old photo-booth by degraves street and smoking in the city parks and making out in the graffitied alleyways. modern romance at its finest. 

songs to get you through the treacherous holiday season <3 

not to be a manic pixie dream girl but sometimes all you want is to listen to the cure on an mp3 whilst wistfully staring out of the train windows, fingers wrapped around a book of existentialist poetry. you do not intend to read it. 

soundtrack for wandering around your abandoned childhood neighbourhood 

the audial manifestation of what i believe it would feel like to fall from heaven 

for moments when all you crave is to turn back time and revert back to those years where seemingly nothing mattered but everything was exhilarating  

debilitating intrusive thoughts but make them ~groovy~ 

songs reminiscent of coming of age films but instead of a coming of age film it’s an unwatched four-hour-long lecture i need to watch for a class i hate  

one of those rare holiday playlists that don’t contain michael bubles entire discography BUT still has enough festive cheer to get you through December 

halloween is around the corner time to yearn <3 

enby’s have five moods (absolutely no more than five): despise chest, engage in a slightly homoerotic sword fight with your mortal enemy, love chest, tattoo generic my chemical romance lyrics on thigh with sewing needle, and buy taxidermy rats in clown costumes off the black market 

how many souls do i need to destroy before the devil finally rewards me with tickets to the local halloween haunted house? that’s all i want. just one visit. 

sometimes i delude myself into believing i’m as cool as dorian gray but then i sit down, breathe, and realise if anything, i would be basil hallward. basically i’m broke, immensely gay, and deeply in love with someone who doesn’t love me 

sitting in a cemetery pretending to be a cool goth teen from the 1980s but really just being someone the townspeople write cryptic horror stories about 

playlists for when you want to gatekeep popular bands <3 

looking at the red figures on my alarm clock and realising it’s 3:00am yet again, time to deem myself unloveable and cry to phoebe bridgers i guess 

become the indie kid who aimlessly drives around town in their parents beaten up subaru whilst playing surf curse with the windows rolled down. passersby will think you’re the main character even though you still can’t book your own dentist appointments without hyperventilating

each morning i apply thick, patchy eyeliner before walking down to the street corner and barking at men to assert my dominance. what a rush. 

i don’t think i’m built to be loved passionately and perhaps indulging in romantic fantasies is unwise but here we are, painfully waiting yet again

all gen-z girls know is get groomed on kik, nicotine dependecy, be bicurious, instagram activism, dabble in 100 gecs, eat nothing, and lie (”female manipulator” playlist)

if year eight me had self-awareness it would have been OVER for y'all but alas,,,all i had was drugstore eyeliner, all time low shirts, and ao3

kate bush dancing to wuthering heights but it’s just me alone in my room

songs to drive impossibly fast to 

playlists for being disowned by the family when you tell your grandma you no longer believe in god <3 

though i’m not one to condone violence, i see absolutely nothing wrong with gathering an angry mob of girls and rallying against the local incels; torches alight and pitchforks at the ready 

just watched an early 2000s romcom starring hugh grant and unfortunately i’m obliged to change every facet of my personality without hesitation 

striving to embody teens in films where they drive through the night with the best friends but instead it’s just me listening to lorde whilst my mum complains about the speed limit for two years until i get my license 

goodness! you’re telling me my wealthy husband died under mysterious circumstances? how utterly tragic