If you can’t be my lover in Ohio… then I’ll just be a ghost in your summer, still searching for my scene girlz and calling all cars for backup. (Bonus points if you guess the four bands I referenced)
Recovering emo/scene kid. Saving children’s mental health by day, screaming emo lyrics by night. Future pediatric neuropsychologist. Amateur screamer (concerts only, unless you ask nicely).
Cat whisperer. Adrenaline lover with an ultimate ability to chill and binge shows. Come pet cats and make questionable concert decisions with me.
If you scream ‘cut my wrists and black my eyes’ at karaoke, and love cats or animals in general, we’re probably soulmates.
Sober. Open mind, open playlist, open possibilities.
Attracted by laughing together, knowing I make someone feel safe with me, trust, and the feeling you get screaming lyrics into the night with someone who just gets it.
