coco

just a nostalgic girl

[basically2015]

I think that in 2025 I finally understood that nostalgia for 2015 is a bit like that BoJack Horseman line: “when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.” We (I) romanticized a past where, objectively, we weren’t doing well at all. We were more reckless, yes; but that recklessness was a form of escape from a reality we weren’t ready to face yet.

I don’t know if I want 2016 back in 2026. Just looking up photos from that time gives me chills. What I do want is to keep a piece of who I was back then: the version of me that dared to step into the light thanks to the social media of that era, my hair in my favourite colour (purple), talking freely about what I liked as an “aesthetic” instead of being labelled a geek, but above all, I want to be happy — truly happy — in a less chaotic life, without having to run away from reality so much.

At least that's my intention!

Happy 2026 y'all :)

Choose ur fighter

2025 was the new 2015

2026 is the new 2016

Voting ended onJan 26

[basically2015]

when did i become so basic? i miss my eccentric outfits. i used to tell stories with the way i looked, back when i wasn’t constantly worrying about how to make a living. capitalism slowly kills creativity and self-expression; it shapes us into roles that make us easier to categorize, easier to market, and easier to forget when the next trend comes along. there are no real urban subcultures with values anymore, just empty aesthetics built around looking pretty as women and making the most out of our physical appearance

feel free to share your thoughts in the comments pls, i want to vent as much as i want to talk with like-minded people. that said, i'm not against capitalism, but some things just seem terribly wrong in my mind — coming from an overthinker girly perspective lol

[basically2015]

it's strange to live and not just survive, it actually feels nice. it's also strange to find that i actually have big dreams, but how do i quiet my own voices from telling me that i'm too late to pursue what i really love?

what do i really love when i've spent so many years just trying to be okay while others were out there discovering themselves?

[basically2015]

is it normal to feel this lost? i always look at the people around me and somehow i feel behind everyone else. even though i'm very young and i have my whole life ahead of me, i just want to know that i'm taking the right path; and i know it's impossible to be sure without trying, but all the possibilities in front of me, and seeing everyone apparently "following the right path" and working on "their dream career," makes me feel like i should've already found my place back in my teenage years.

do they really know what they're doing? or are they just putting on a show for the world to feel better and are just as lost as i am?

[basically2015]

i would love to write a novel about my teenage years, but i feel so insecure that no one would be interested in all the aesthetics and struggles of that age that i always push the idea out of my mind. i also have a bittersweet feeling of guilt because, on one hand, i want to preserve those moments forever and express everything i felt back then, but on the other hand, i'm afraid of being accused of "romanticizing bad times and bad actions" but that's just how it really was, and many people went through similar things during that time

any thoughts on this? i would really appreciate it

also, is wattpad still alive? is it still a good place to start?

[basically2015]

actually i´m not really sure if i miss the rage, i miss my bravery tho

[basically2015]

i also discovered how much love could hurt; the love i was looking for within myself, i searched for outside and things couldn't hold together like that for much longer

[basically2015]

i remember her as one of the few who could describe the swarm of intertwined ideas and thoughts rushing through my head, sometimes contradicting each other

[basically2015]

my dream was to have a friend, a lover, who understood all the things that were happening in my life; someone to take care of me like i wanted to take care of someone, to feel like i had something to fight for

[basically2015]

i wanted to be one with nature, to run away from home and never look back. i didn’t feel heard by anyone but the moon was always there for me every night as I looked out for her outside my window; listening to my mourning and grief for the past i wished i could have changed. later i realized that was just a lie, i was too little to change anything in the adult world

[basically2015]

i always tried to pull something beautiful out of all this sadness. i romanticized my sorrow as a refuge just to avoid accepting the chaos around me. i found control by letting my artistic side bloom in my misery as i stumbled right into photography

[basically2015]

i remember myself being totally carefree, but that was just a reflection of the little hope i had for my future

[basically2015]

and then this song started to play again

[basically2015]

i miss crackhead parties even though my life was kind of a mess lol

[basically2015]

2025 is the new 2015 girls!