Y2K
The Girl with a Butterfly Clip Who Survived
I wore the millennium like a sticker on my laptop.
My room is a shrine to nothing dramatic — just the glow of a paused screen and the hush of a sticker-covered jewel case. I survived the quiet apocalypse of growing up while the future blinked uncertainly at us. Found comfort in friendship bracelets, forgotten mix tapes, and butterfly clips that somehow held everything together. I speak in half-laughs and remember textures best — gel pens, velvet chokers, the crunch of a burned CD.
What I'm Into: burned CDs, faded friendship bracelets, butterfly clips, beaded curtain light, vanilla lotion
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