boyprincessftw:thatsucia:fromthemitten:hahahaha one of my roommates in college was a “trust punk” fr
boyprincessftw:thatsucia:fromthemitten:hahahaha one of my roommates in college was a “trust punk” from the Hamptons it was awful he would take his shoes off and go beg for money for shoes and then spend it on drugs. He would talk about how humans were leeches on the world and then left the space heater in his room run all the time and threw a fit when we turned it off despite the $300+ energy bill for our apartment that was more of a cat playhouse than an apartment and he would let his crust punk friends come over. remember the scene in A Christmas Story when the dogs came in and went apeshit all over the house, ate the turkey, and ran out? It was kind of like that.He tried to tell me once that my red lipstick was going to kill me and I was like “haha it gives a new meaning to femme fatale” and he didn’t get it and was like “I’m serious lipstick is toxic” and I was like “fuck you I won’t do what you tell me”At my college you could always tell who was poor and who wasn’t because the poor kids were the ones breaking out the sewing needle and thread to patch up their clothes so they wouldn’t freeze and the rich kids were the ones who purposefully put holes in their clothes so they’d look poor -- source link