I came across a goth girl in a running car. The doors were locked, but a note on the window read; She is fine. Please do not call the police or break the window. She is listening to Choir Boy and the air conditioning is ON
I came across a goth girl in a running car. The doors were locked, but a note on the window read; She is fine. Please do not call the police or break the window. She is listening to Choir Boy and the air conditioning is ON
Last year a goth femboy friend of mine went on a river float trip.
I was really curious to see what he’d look like under all that.
He wore two layers of shirts, fishnets, and baggy black pants. With striped socks of course.
And then wore the dripping outfit to dinner after.
Dedication.
Soggy goth femboys sounds like a goth band that covers blue grass…
The Soggy Bottom Boys have fallen on hard times
In the Big Goth Candy Mountains
You always wear black socks
And the little streams of mascara
Come a-trickling down the rocks
Now I want the full song. I can sing if we can scrounge up the rest of the band.
I had a similar experience, but ours only wore swim shorts and nearly died of hypothermia. I had to swim his tube to a random dock so he could warm up.
I always assumed that goth swimwear was one of those striped one piece outfits you see in old-timey images of people at the beach in like the 1910s. With a parasol.