Be friendly and introduce yourself. Read her response. If it seems like you’re just annoying her, leave her be. Don’t mistake politeness for mutual interest. Once you’ve built a rapport, ask her to lunch or out for drinks or coffee. Something low pressure.
Oh, I know. That’s the worst part. I try to ignore the voice in my head that tells me bad shit happens when I leave the house, but then shit like this really supports those thoughts.
I’m just glad everyone was seemingly okay.
I was one car behind it. Two carpet rolls came flying out of the back of someone’s truck and hit an old lady’s car. Everyone was going like 60.
HELLO ANXIETY MY OLD FRIEND.
LET’S NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE AGAINNNN
I wonder if scene kids exist anymore or if they are called something different now? Do high school girls still cut their hair into ~fashion mullets~ and post photo captions of bad nevershoutnever lyrics?
To this day, I love Gerard Way more than life itself.
I think to a lot of kids, alternative was alternative. Genre didn’t really matter. AFI def got a little weirder than most emo or pop punk stuff of the time, imo.
Thanks for coming to my ted talk.