I am officially nostalgic for the nineties. I love the nineties as a whole but spesifically the mid to late nineties when things lightened the fuck up. They had a zeigeist that I never saw before and have not seen since. Pretentiousness was frowned upon, and it was about how real you could get it. Well, to a degree anyway. There were definite things and guarantees. There was so much color. It's not like it hurts that much anyway.
We are in times of black and gumetal gray. Our paradigm poses the question of "how fake can it be and still exist?"
About Me
- Xlynn
- I live my life by song lyrics, have a chronic/terminal case of smartassitis and and currently taking medication to combat a particularly hearty strain of Don'tgiveafuck syndrome. I do the 22k in april to raise money for research. I appreciate your prayers. I'm also a sarcastic, habitual liar. ...sometimes. You will be my new best friend if you can tell me exactly what the fuck Paul Simon and Julio Were doing down by the schoolyard, the exact location of Carmen Sandiego, and the real words to "Blinded By The Lights" (revved up like a deuce, you know, a roller in the night?). I will date you if you can name 3 Green Day albums that aren't American Idiot. I'm a handful but my friends love me. good luck!
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