sometimes i read bad fanfiction in my neon fluorescent bedroom and pretend it’s 2010 and rhythm heaven still works on my ds and danny’s house is on the tv and the weather is slightly humid and my family’s cooking downstairs and my bangs are jagged across my forehead and the tires are flat on my bike and i need to pump because i ride to school and its true, i can’t wait to turn eighteen, but for now everything’s kinda perfect how it is














