/fa/ - Fashion

Those girls in high school.
Those girls who wore Sublime, Nirvana, and blink, longsleeves and Metallica and Corona pullover hoodies and Jack Daniels tank tops even though they were only like 16 with denim shorts with frayed bottoms and pockets that were longer than the shorts themselves that you could see through that somehow held both their cell phones and cigarettes without ever ripping, when they weren’t wearing adidas sweatpants for easier cig access, or coming to school in Cookie Monster pajama bottoms.
The slightly white trash girls from broken homes who were always smoking in the bathroom; Marlboro Smooths, Camel Crushes, Newports or Marlboro Menthols, so they were constantly dousing themselves in drugstore perfume they kept in their fake Michael Kors purse or the one they got from Marshalls and chewing 5 Gum like crack.
The girls who would bring alcohol, weed, and pills to school and exchange it in the bathroom and keep it in their bags/lockers, and talk about it for everyone to hear when they weren’t talking about how wasted they were or getting what they did the other night recounted to them by somebody else.
The girls who came to class stoned all the time, and who would document their every stoner party girl antic on social media, along with their every stoner thought, philosopher moment, unpredictable turn towards sad posting, lots of lyric quoting, their most recent stock of party supplies, every run for cigs, and their unbreakable caffeine addiction in their every run for Starbucks, cheap gas station coffee, and Monsters. and more cigarettes.
I wanted to bang those girls so bad.

Those girls in high school.
Those girls who wore Sublime, Nirvana, and blink, longsleeves and Metallica and Corona hoodies and Jack Daniels tanks even though they were only like 16 with denim shorts with frayed bottoms and pockets longer than the shorts themselves that you could see through that somehow held both their cell phones and cigarettes without ever ripping, when they weren’t wearing adidas sweatpants for easier cig access, that is.
The slightly white trash girls from broken homes who were always smoking in the bathroom, Marlboro Smooths, Camel Crushes, Newports or Marlboro Menthols, so they were constantly dousing themselves in drugstore perfume they kept in their fake Michael Kors purse or the one they got from Marshalls and chewing 5 Gum like crack.
The girls who would bring alcohol, weed, and pills to school and exchange it in the bathroom and keep it in their bag/locker, and talk about it for everyone to hear when they weren’t talking about how wasted they were or getting what they did the other night recounted to them by somebody else.
The girls who came to class stoned all the time, and who would document their every stoner party girl antic on social media, along with their every stoner thought, philosopher moment, unpredictable turn towards sad posting, lots of lyric quoting, their most recent stock of party supplies, every run for cigs, and their unbreakable caffeine addiction in their every run for Starbucks, cheap gas station coffee and Monsters.
I wanted to bang those girls so bad.

I’m so attracted to the goofy or then moody slightly white trash girls from broken homes.
The stoner/alcoholic/party girls with bad tattoos and anger issues who chainsmoke menthols, live on gas station coffee, drink 7 Monsters a day, and chew gum like it’s crack.
The kind of girls who’re going to school to be hairdressers or bartenders but will probably drop out because they can’t make it to class half the time anyway but aren’t ready to become strippers just yet.
How do I bang them?

I’m so attracted to white stoner/alcoholic/party girls with bad tattoos and anger issues who chainsmoke menthols, live on gas station coffee, drink 7 Monsters a day, chew gum like it’s crack, the kind of girls who’re going to school to be hairdressers or bartenders but will probably drop out because they can’t make it to class half the time anyway but aren’t ready to become strippers just yet.