It was cringe. It was messy. It was real .
Not in a tragic, world-ending way. But in a “what was I wearing?” way. In a “why did we think that filter looked good?” way. In a “did my phone really need a neon pink otterbox the size of a small dog?” way.
In 2013, you wore a fedora unironically and thought you looked like Bruno Mars. You posted a blurry photo of your pizza with the caption “omg hungry.” You used twelve emojis in a row. You thought mustache rings were the height of wit.
It was cringe. It was messy. It was real .
Not in a tragic, world-ending way. But in a “what was I wearing?” way. In a “why did we think that filter looked good?” way. In a “did my phone really need a neon pink otterbox the size of a small dog?” way.
In 2013, you wore a fedora unironically and thought you looked like Bruno Mars. You posted a blurry photo of your pizza with the caption “omg hungry.” You used twelve emojis in a row. You thought mustache rings were the height of wit.
