Every summer I really endulge in my 90’s alternative mixes. Bound? For The Floor. My Kingdom? Possum. If I’m feeling more melancholic I go for The Freshmen by The Verve Pipe.
In my mind:
I look more like Alicia Silverstone. I’m wearing daisy dukes and drinking a Coca-Cola. My boyfriends gone- he’s a counselor at summer camp this year and I’m pretty messed up about it. Luckily I just took up rollerblading and got a job as a lifeguard at the country club pool. There’s a bonfire party every Friday night :) You’re invited. Everyone’s invited. I love wearing lip gloss and hanging out in my best friends basement. Sometimes we make anklets out of embroidery floss
It’s 2007, I’m 17 - riding around town in my friend‘s Saturn Aura, roasting Marlboro Lights out the window listening to Dashboard. We’re at the pool every day, there’s a lifeguard that we all think is hot. The only worry we have is whether or not we’re going to meet up with our crushes later and who’s supplying the SoCo. Simpler times ✨
Romanticizing summer to feel like a 2015 summer!!! Listening to old playlists, watching old comfort YouTubers or movies, spending the day at the pool dreaming about flower crowns. I just miss those days🫶🏼
When the bar or venue or whatever is underground and you have to descend into the place because you can say some shit like “We are entering the seedy underbelly of this wicked city” “You know,” *cig drag* “crime is only a left-handed form of human endeavor.”
And then your friends can be like “Viv, you can’t smoke inside Dude also where the fuck did you find a pipe and a fedora What are you even saying” Giving you the opportunity to respond with a
“Beat it toots, you’re too pretty for these streets anyhow”
Then you remember your friend already offered to pay for the Uber XL home and you have like 11 bucks so you drop the bit but the sentiment is still there below the surface
