I’m in a love hate relationship with myself.
I think that’s normal
I’m in a love hate relationship with myself.
I think that’s normal
If life was a test I would like to know if I’m passing or failing.
Truthfully, I just want to get by.
Use your Microwave like C4.
I don’t want to rule the world. I just would like to visit.
I burned my eyebrows somehow.
Don’t ask me how. It just happened.
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If you just straight up define “Rococo” in your local online dictionary you just get that it’s a style of art which derives under a French style of architecture.
The secondary meaning of the term “Rococo” means: complicated, convoluted, and over elaborate.
I feel like this mind set is embedded in a lot of teenagers trying to find some way to be understood under all of their complexities. We build an exoskeleton of what we would like to be but underneath we’re like an onion with its many layers and components that people don’t see until they actually dig deep.
We might aim for simple but yet we’re all crazy.
We clearly see boundaries but we cross them purposely.
We say things trying to act like we might not care but deep down we actually want you to.
Overall, I think we’re all pretty weird.
But it’s okay. We’re kind of all rococo.