Serenade of Self-Destruction

also, single people are all aro. fact. and you’d better be having sex the exact moment you read this or guess what? asexual

better not call yourself a writer if you’re not writing right this second. are you a dancer? better not sit down, or you won’t be a dancer anymore

not crying for weeks and weeks on end until one day, you’re breaking down over something that isn’t actually worth getting upset about

not being able to tell if your feelings for people are platonic or romantic or if you’re just lonely

instead of caring too much, you don’t care at all about anything

not being able to process anything going on in your life and when you try, your brain stalls out

losing your train of thought every five seconds, so when you try to have a conversation, you have to pause and remember what you were trying to say

word vomiting

no more bad hair days

you don’t have to dye it every 2 weeks who cares if the roots show no one thought your hair was naturally purple anyway

small children being completely fascinated and asking to pet your hair

old people on the bus staring like you’re satan incarnate

punks on the bus giving you appoving looks

you can match your hair to your outfit

also your nail polish

just

punk rock man

cons of having unnaturally colored hair

literally none