Here’s a useful chart for picking clothing by color:
I’m just throwing this out there, WAIT, WAIT A DAMN SECOND I’M TALKING TO YOU; velour jumpsuits with floral designs are super comfy, super cheap, available at your favourite thrifts stores, and just begging for a matching ascot.
Where’re you going?
Ok, wait YOU CAN HAVE ONE WITH CATS ON IT!
Oh, this is the superb cover another anon recommended.
Yes, including the ability to speak French and a French sense of humor.
It’s already spread to your tumblr; Rimbaud is inside your avatar!
Say his name backwards in the screen 3 times in a dark room to get him out… Or that might make him stab your hand… Either way you’ll start to snap out of it!
The line between post-punk and Goth is like the one between art and pornography; no one can define it but you know it when you see it… and one has a lot more fishnets.
Try slowly transitioning to a hipster instead! Get the cheapest, wateriest “craft” beer you can find, thick glasses you don’t need, memorabilia from the 80s you can’t identify, and LOTS of mustaches- THEY’RE HILARIOUSLY EXPECTED!
::takes glasses off dramatically::
OH. MY. GOD.
He probably just made the Louisiana Purchase so he could mope around New Orleans.
That also explains why he asked friends to call him James Mad-Bad-and-Dangerous-to-know-ison.
To which Byron was all, “Look, I am an abomination of a human being and I will be the first to gleefully list all the sick things I’ve done to anyone who will listen; but I never owned slaves and would never consider condoning that shit, even in the middle of my most drunken, opium-filled, doomed-writer zoorgy.
That’s this thing when you have an orgy with people who will die tragically in about 6 months in my private zoo, with soooooooooooo much booooze and maybe a half-sister.
I drink right out of old skully here. Isn’t that right, skully? ‘dats right bywon!’ heh heh. Yeah, anywho, don’t sully my reputation.”
I could lecture you on how 2 people do not constitute a statistically significant sample size, or just say NUH UHHHH.
If you’re so happy WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!
Good tip! Stop trying to spread the disease!
Don’t trust Doktor Avalanche over ME!!
Cammawn! Zie’s not even a real Doktor! And look how much nicer I am when answering questions, dear friend oh-and-have-some-tea-won’t-you:
Yeah, what blog mod you trust now? Me.
Also please peruse the archives of evidence I’ve collected on Andrew’s Goth denial.
It just happened to be both sunny and cold and you just happened to only have aviators and a black leather jacket because you can only afford to shop at Goth Will?
How very dare you.
When you say you went with your “class” do you mean best friend and you guys took notes? Don’t even answer that.
NO SISTERS OF MERCY
NO BLACK LEATHER JACKETS
NONE OF THAT
OR ANY OF THE OTHERS
Unfortunately, I just don’t think I can help cats.
You have a cat; have YOU ever tried to get it to do anything? To even go outside when it JUST spent 15 minutes crying at you and clawing your leg to go out?
Like, your only asking the damn cat to do what IT said IT wanted to. But don’t you close that door and take one step away because the crying starting the second your foot hits the floor.
It’s best not to have a cat, I’m afraid. Check out my Gothicats collection to see why.