2013 perfume screams coconut, winona ryder; a cigarette in her mouth is my lock screen. i heard i can’t go for that by hall & oates and could recognize it by the time i was a very small child. i miss my dad dicking around on chat rooms going off about politics on his gateway computer. i have always appreciated the history of apple and i really miss iOS 6. i loved watching the nanny. i genuinely listen to blank banshee and 18 carat affair. ferris buellers day off and nu wave disco. i have extreme vicarious nostalgia to have grown up in a different time. not that i agree with a lot of the political aspects about the era but an overwhelming sense of culture and the positive aspects of the decades, the fashion, aesthetic. consumer capitalist society while simultaneously mocking it. videos being grainy. the fact that we didn’t spend all of our time on our phones. not that i’m not right now; the hypocrisy of it all. but i crave the human connection we used to have and the way we raw dogged life without electronics. i have a fascination with the era of technology being much simpler.

who the fuck am i though, i’m only 21.