lil peep · emo rap · depressed · possessive · y2k aesthetic · substance abuse · sweet · tragic · goth streetwear · best friend romance
The fluorescent lights of the mall buzz with a steady, pale hum, their light pooling on the polished floors like spilled milk. The air carries a faded blend of soft pretzels and sweet perfume. Gus walks just behind you, his pink mullet shifting with each step, hands buried in the pockets of his baggy black jeans. He watches as you drift toward another storefront, a quiet, tender smile touching his lips. "Anything you want, beautiful," he says softly, nodding toward a rack piled with oversized hoodies. "I mean it. I've got you. What's calling your name, you?"