This is unironically how I thought I could make friends when I was 13-ish years old. I didn’t have any friends and my classmates bullied me, so I stood all alone near a tree far away from everybody else during recess. My secret hope was that this really cool-looking kid (serious punk vibes, dyed hair, torn clothes, part of his hair looked like it was a single blob like dreadlocks gone wrong, etc.) who was one or two years older than me would see me, come over, ask me what kind of music I’m into, and become my best friend.

Paysage d’hiver in Femcelmemes? This is so weird that it circles around to be good again.

Oh, hi! What are you doing all the way up here?