kisstothesky

By some strange wave of nostalgia, I made it a mission to dig up most of my social media platforms, blogging sites, and whatever you call it from my teenage years; it feels like I'm footing in some dangerous sites of a post-apocalyptic wasteland of my youth. And so what do I find? Digital camera photos with filters pastiched from film photography, precocious lyrics from bands that seem like ghosts to me, and (and I hate to say this) naïve musings from someone that hadn't fully grasped my own sexuality and mental illnesses. Do I still sound precocious, even writing this? Maybe. Maybe I just don't and refuse to grow up. I'm 23 and I feel