I can’t stop watching the TikTok videos on the Leikeli47 sound Girl Blunt, where it goes “This shit is a Girl Blunt, I only smoke girl blunts” and the freckled 20 year old on my iPhone screen vibes along, adding the caption “why is half of this joint lavender?” or “why is the skin pink?” or “have u set up crystals around the smoke circle?” before miming the catchy lyric. I’m struck by the videos not just because of the song, but because I didn’t know that all this stuff, these femme accoutrements, was an option?! I don’t actually smoke weed, but maybe I would if I knew that rolling with pink skins, dried lavender and the implication of magic was a way I could do it. Then, when I’m imagining these fairy girls having sleepover spliffs and bopping to Doja Cat, I’m struck by how Tumblr it all feels. I’ve maybe mentioned before - I was, and still remain til I die, a Tumblr girl. By that I don’t mean I was Tumblr famous (I fucking wish lol), I mean that I loved Tumblr (my friend Amie actually was both Myspace and Tumblr famous n to this day I am still a little in awe of her for it, despite her many many other real and wonderful and most importantly valid achievements). I
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new wave softgirls ✿✿✿
new wave softgirls ✿✿✿
I can’t stop watching the TikTok videos on the Leikeli47 sound Girl Blunt, where it goes “This shit is a Girl Blunt, I only smoke girl blunts” and the freckled 20 year old on my iPhone screen vibes along, adding the caption “why is half of this joint lavender?” or “why is the skin pink?” or “have u set up crystals around the smoke circle?” before miming the catchy lyric. I’m struck by the videos not just because of the song, but because I didn’t know that all this stuff, these femme accoutrements, was an option?! I don’t actually smoke weed, but maybe I would if I knew that rolling with pink skins, dried lavender and the implication of magic was a way I could do it. Then, when I’m imagining these fairy girls having sleepover spliffs and bopping to Doja Cat, I’m struck by how Tumblr it all feels. I’ve maybe mentioned before - I was, and still remain til I die, a Tumblr girl. By that I don’t mean I was Tumblr famous (I fucking wish lol), I mean that I loved Tumblr (my friend Amie actually was both Myspace and Tumblr famous n to this day I am still a little in awe of her for it, despite her many many other real and wonderful and most importantly valid achievements). I