REBLOG IF YOU GOT AN ECLECTIC TASTE IN CLOTHES
[middle school]
boy is walking past my lunch line and then suddenly stops when he sees me
Boy: OH. MY. GOD! Renee, what happened to you?!
Me: freaks out W-what? What is it?! (is there charcoal on my face again?! I swear it's not a bruise!)
Boy: Your clothes! When did you become goth?! What happened to you?!
is super fucking genuinely concerned about me and my wellbeing despite having never really talked to me much
Me: ...
Me: I'm not goth. I just- it's- they're clothes I happen to like also.


















