fluorescent adolescent,
a minor attempt at self-transformation.
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honestly, the one day a century when you’re gifted with the rare power to glance upon a god in his purest form and not crumble into an overwhelmed pile of ashes is very much a bad thing. even if you’ve a better handle on drool control than i do, it can and will point out the unfortunate things about your appearance and persona. in my case, a strapping young lad was glowing on the opposite side of the train and wearing the hoodie/leather jacket combo like it was his job, and suddenly i was completely aware of the sad parts of my life: my bag has a fucking fox on it and my hair is trying out some carmen sandiego shit.
seriously though, whoever started the hoodie/leather jacket combo must have gotten some serious play.
