(via disneyfuckyeah)
when i was living in chico, during the summer, the only thing i’d ever wear were an old pair of jorts, v-neck shirts and toms. it was hot a hell every day and i couldn’t bare to wear anything more. all my friends started refering to me as “hipster peter pan”. whatever. i didn’t really care and it actually gave me a good idea for halloween. so, i dressed in the same jorts, a green v-neck, fedora and light green tights with my toms and was “peter pan if he came back from neverland, got depressed because wendy was old and haggard, developed a drinking problem and constantly talked shit on the lost boys. why? because fuck them, that’s why.”
needless to say, i was pretty proud of my idea.