this post is dedicated to the abnormally high number of coming-of-age playlists that i am the proud maker of, i hope you enjoy!
oh how disappointing our reality is once compared to the beating hearts of small-town teenagers on the big screens yet, with a functional stereo, the aesthetic is within our grasp
hello friend itās me, charlieĀ kelmeckis, and last year was quite possibly the beholder of the worst 365 days to ever exist but, in spite of that, it is my pleasure to announce that this coming year iām going to abandon the rulesĀ
dancing across the kitchen tiles of your best friends house at practically ungodly hours in the morning is arguably the only valid method to curing yourself of a heavy depressive episodeĀ
iām just saying, i wouldnāt be entirely opposed to the idea of trashing the school hallways tonight but i just think itād be a better use of our time if we were to just be normal kids and go rollerskating or somethingĀ
itās summer holidays and the only plans that have been made include twilight walks through the town and gazing at the night sky from the passenger seat of a stolen ice-cream vanĀ
welcome to the hell that is the teenage years. donāt stress though because, before you know it, youāll find your place in this anarchy-ridden society and with that, youāll peak along with the rest of your classĀ
unlike the other kids your age, you refuse to listen to anything released after 1989; deciding instead to walk the halls clad in vintage boots, adorned in clunky headphones, and humming along to a tune only the oldest of staff members are able to remember
hey girl if youāre free later meet me and my friends behind the primary school where we can develop nicotine addictions together whilst listening to alex turner sing about the leftover fragments of his broken heart
itās strange to think about how vivid life can be for the extras in a movie scene. thatās me though, the kid that walks briskly and solemnly in the background whilst the lead boldly pronounces yet another fantastic plan, my thoughts equally as prominent yet hidden somewhere in the distance
my mum forced my sister to lend me her car for the day so, before she follows through on her promise to murder us, letās drive across town and embark on a journey of afternoon self-discovery incited by actions that can only be conducted by stupid teenagersĀ
perhaps the fondest memories, or at least the ones that donāt involve scraped knees and broken hearts, are the ones that occur in the shifty glow of three pm when the world seems to have halted apart from the people youāre with
this story that iām about to tell doesnāt have a happy ending nor does it have a happy middle or a happy beginning, in fact, itās rather plain. however, i believe that itās stories like this that need to be told as a way to comfort the masses in the normalcy of our lives, a way to acquaint them to the television static
being a stereotypical gen z kid may seem hard but all you need is a wannabe anarchist attitude, some clothes that have the capacity to force your aunty into early cardiac arrest, and enough energy to run away from all authority figuresĀ
kaledo-art
blakekathryn
tangentwithtanner
stormborns
yousharknotpass
baratheonpilled
snowghoul
vaporwave
