i’ve found a lot of what i keenly enjoy in my twenties is based on unresolved tween angst, like, oh, i couldn’t watch that movie with that guy in it because i wasn’t thirteen yet and didn’t want to admit that’s why i wanted to watch it?
BOOM i can watch it now on youtube without parent supervision
Only pretty girls with moms who took them to the mall could wear cute clothes?
BOOM paycheck+online shopping=score, eat it
Huh, i wasn’t allowed to enjoy that song bc it was too “teeny-bopper” and “bubblegum”?
BOOM I am jamming to— oh no, they were right this is terrible i’m going to get diabetes just listening to it






