I’m in love. His name is Jordan Catalano. He was left back…twice. Once I almost touched his shoulder in the middle of a a pop quiz. He’s always closing his eyes, like it hurts to look at things.
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Okay, I will try to start posting stuff that is commensurate (learned that word in college once while being reprimanded) with the name of this Tumblr, but at the moment I am gutted that we lost Poly Styrene today. She wasn’t my personal friend, so there’s probably not a real reason to be so sad, but she sang the songs of my punk rebellion and it feels like a great loss. She was one of the voices of my generation’s youth; her bad attitude and unconventional looks were the promise of a new world to all of us who knew we weren’t born to fit in. Godspeed and thank you, rebel girl. I hope we get a chance to tear it up with you on the other side.
