one way love

we all had livejournals, internet crushes, and were really jealous of our friend who was on the first page of makeoutclub.

photo by Stian Eikeland

recharging teenagers

we always tried to sing as low as Calvin Johnson after weekends of smoking too much and nicotine headaches.

please take my car

My friend would always leave his car unlocked with the keys in the ignition. He always hoped his car would be gone when we got back to it, but no one wanted a 1983 Toyota Tercel with a rotted out floor and screaming alternator.

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highway to the dangerzone

There was a whole month where my friend only listened to the Top Gun soundtrack. I hated it at first, but then gave in to it's awesomeness...

saliva and floor toms

I was in a band where we all indirectly made out with each other...
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I saw a man on FIAH!

We always made sure to lock our seatbelts whenever my friend's mother gave us a ride somewhere. To her, it was more important to point in the direction of where she saw a man on fire than staying in her lane and away from the divider.
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I go to bakeries all day long, there's a lack of sweetness in my life

We had huge crushes on artsy guys who earned a living doing medical studies. We'd listen to "Hospital" by The Modern Lovers again and again while being overly dramatic about loves that were never meant to be, so we fell in love with Jonathan Richman instead.
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life of chasing butterfly

My friend invited me to go see Madame Butterfly with her because she was obsessed with Weezer's Pinkerton album. After crying through most of the opera, we ran back to the car in the rain, talked about how it was the best opera ever, and how Rivers Cuomo looked super creepy with a beard.
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girl talk 101

We'd spend our lunches in the hallway talking about how Robert Smith's sugar watered hair would smell really nasty and how we wouldn't care and love him anyways.

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blues clues and looney tunes...

We loved making skirts out of pillowcases and old bedsheets.

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food coma

We would go to NYC just to eat burritos. After eating, we wouldn't be able to move thanks to the portions at Burrito Bar.
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punk rock banana split

We randomly wanted banana splits, so we went to Carvel and shared one. I noticed the cool polka dotted pattern on the wall, but it turned out that all those hundreds of dots were little flies. We ran out and my friend threw what remained of our treat at the store window.

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rotten shoed girl

My friend wore her Keds to sleep because of how bad her feet smelled. She rarely took them off until it was time to buy a new $6 pair at Kmart.

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hey Johnny!

My friends and I would go to the Bendix Diner just so we could get served by Johnny the blind waiter. My friend ordered fruitloops once and he asked her if she wanted vodka in it. We later found out that he had quit being a waiter to open up his own limo service.
photo by Kethera

drunk etiquette

When you and your friend are drunk after prom and cutting each others hair in someone elses bathroom, please remember to spend hours cleaning up the little hairs off the tile and then knock over the biggest ashtray all over the floor.
photo by karenwithak

pizza, sleep, and elevation

My friend delivered pizzas because she liked to smoke and listen to her mixtapes on the job, I liked to babysit because I got paid to fall asleep, and another friend of mine worked at the library so she could ride elevators all day.
photo by Mike Colvin

your eyeliner is running

I started to draw stars or crosses by my chunky eye makeup. They later turned into the eye of Ra curl because of my Sandman obsession.
photo by Chris Garbarino

moldy beers

We'd finish off the beers in my garage... even if they had expired and were piss warm.
photo by Dan Muntz

i feel the cosmos

I'd sometimes spend my Friday nights on the roof with a mug full of green tea, a bowl of oranges, a pack of cigarettes, and stare up at the sky for hours. That was my attempt at being deep...
photo by Michael McCullough

it's party time!

my friends 18th birthday party consisted of rollerskating, pixie sticks, pizza lasagna, drunk punks with knives, puking in the liter box, guys shaving with cake, guys eating cat food, ceran wrap condom offerings and smoking cigars. I either punched or kissed my friend so hard that she had bloody teeth in most of the photos from that night...

photo by Daisy Bliss

it's close to midnight....

One Halloween we all dressed up as zombies and went trick or treating. We did the thriller dance at every doorstep.
photo by Rachel Cobcroft

strangelove

I had a crush on a boy who wore blush, dandelion head wreaths, soccer scarves, and a pixies shirt.
photo by Wout

i spit on you

We'd record an album every Christmas morning and sing songs about Morrissey, bug bites, and stockings. One track was recorded while we had our mouths full of clementines.

i'm never gonna dance again...

When we were waiting for the A on 14th St., there was this man playing "Careless Whisper" on the saxaphone. My friend threw all her bags on the ground and began to sing along while twirling on the platform. I think it was the best Wham cover I've ever heard.
photo by Eric Konon

gimme a dollar

We went to White Manna and my friend ordered nine burgers all to herself. My other friend and I couldn't believe that she ate eight burgers or that she tried to make us pay for the one was left on her plate.
photo by Robyn Lee

when I almost bought patchouli oil

We all went through this dirty phase where we thought it was cool not to shower. My friend would put different colored acrylic paint in her hair while I was contemplating letting my hair dread. We were almost dirty enough to buy an Aus-Rotten album.
photo by Quinn Dombrowski

grey mornings

As a result of wearing too much eyeliner and never washing my face before going to bed, I'd blow my nose and my morning boogers were usually grey.
photo from the design town

walking on thin ice

When we walked places in the winter, we couldn't pass ice on the ground without stepping on it so we could hear the glassy crack.
photo by ctd 2005

surf city

In the summer, we'd take the subway to Rockaway Beach and sing The Ramones for most of the ride. Pretending to be surfing while keeping our balance wasn't so easy when we took the local trains. Expresses were the best for subway surfing.
photo by Stefan Georgi

doodles and giggles

My friend always cracked up at her own drawings. It'd be nonstop laughter if a limb was awkwardly fat or if some teeth were abnormaly large.
drawing by Szakács Szilárd

bringing a real crunch to your birthday

My friends always got me pork rinds for my birthday and tried to convince me that I secretly ate them all the time. I didn't, but it was still funny.
photo by chotda

your hands look like tentacles

I was really excited when we met this punk couple who moved into our town and lived near me. We ended up going to a show together really early, playing songs on the jukebox and singing along for hours. The show sucked, but we watched a woman with super long purple nails try to open a beer can for more than 20 minutes.
photo by mbrand

one eyed kitty

I stopped sleeping over my friend's house because her cat would never stop saying "hello?" throughout the night.
photo by softytop1000

before brooklyn exploded...

We were on our way to go see some band and ended up at the wrong bar. We thought the band screaming "quiet as a mouse" for 15 minutes was just the opening, but they turned out to be the whole show. The bar we were looking for was right next door.
photo by maura johnston

i went to hawaii with brian

None of us had cellphones, so we'd always use our house lines to speak with each other. When it came to telling each other how far we got with a guy on a date, we made up a code with the 50 states so our parents wouldn't understand.
photo by Don Hankins

sexy walk man at 12:00

We'd make up nicknames for guys we had crushes on so we could alert each other in the hallways of our high school if they were near.
photo by William Parker III

where are your scissors?

We never went two weeks without dying or cutting each others hair.
photo by Mitchell Joyce

that's such a uk 82 house...

We'd categorize houses by musical genres. Cute little colorful houses with picket fences were twee, while brown midsized ones were indie. Ones that had weird designs were noise and most apartments buildings were industrial. We always had trouble with huge mansions that were made of brick... hardcore sellouts???
photo by Brent Moore

tough love

I invited this guy I had a crush on to a party, punched him in the face, and he asked me to be his girlfriend the next day.
photo by Sugar Pond

kiss me deadly

Now we weren't hardcore Billy Idol fans, we just enjoyed "Flesh for Fantasy" because it became an inside joke between the three of us and we’d laugh our asses off when we’d grunt “FLESH” at each other. "Blue Highway" had become an essential song on most mix tapes to keep us awake while we were driving back from drunken nights in New Brunswick. Besides Billy Idol’s song repertoire managing to sneak it’s way into our teenage adventures, we all liked Generation X and Chelsea a bit, so we’d figure why the hell not, lets go see Billy fuckin’ Idol.

At the show, Billy Idol had around three wardrobe changes, I almost pissed my pants, my friend got into a fight with a large woman, and my other friend touched Billy Idol's space boot.

photo by Brian Birzer

frozen joy rides

We'd drive with the top down in my shitty vw cabrio when it was 15 degrees Fahrenheit outside. photo by Grant MacDonald

existentialism and cigarettes

French class was for looking out windows, going out for a smoke, and my friend next to me doing my makeup. I somehow managed to get through Jean-Paul Sartre's Les Jeux Sont Faits with my bangs in my eyes.
photo by hanna

Danzig Slow Jams

I'd blush each time Danzig would sing "sistine smile" because it'd be the closet thing to him calling my name.

taking shots at diners

My friends always ordered cherry and vanilla cokes whenever we went to diners. They always took shots of grenadine and vanilla extract from the bottom of their glasses with their straws before stirring.
photo by Laura

wasting time

We would pretend to be staying at the Sheraton Crossroads Hotel just to ride the elevators up and down. After, we would usually lay by the fountain and talk about how we'd never stay in a hotel like this one.

this love is only gonna break your heart

Making make-out mixes took a lot of time and effort, but the no brainer was always to start with Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" to break the ice.
photo by Donna Sutton

squatter punks and yahtzee

We were all really tired, bored, and waiting a while for the Path back to NJ. This sweet guy named Scout started talking to us and we ended up playing yahtzee with him on the platform. A bunch of trains passed to go home, we ignored them and hung out there for hours.
photo by Paul & Aline

did it really smell that bad?

I wore a navy blue sweater everyday my juinor year of high school until I lost it at a park one night. I spent the next day tracing my steps and found it all torn up and it looked like someone had lit it on fire.
photo by ChelNY

sausage party

At this one party, there were only 4 girls and around 20 guys. My friend drank too much whiskey and started to make out with a random dude. I sat there with my head down trying to not make eye contact with the Blood For Blood sing along, the screaming guy who just dipped his dick in horse radish, and the girl who came out of the bedroom snapping off a latex glove.
photo by geckoam

leaving in style

We went to a party in an empty apartment and were asked to leave because of how loud we were being. The girl who asked us was really snobby and didn't notice that it was the crowd next to us, so we spent the next 30 minutes fucking with the boombox and eating all their food.
photo by Bryan and Jess

to the beach!

I wore my Doc Martens everywhere...
photo by Felicity Green

i'll be there for you hoohoo

We watched the movie Labyrinth a bunch of times to look at David Bowie's crotch and talk about what a bitch Sarah was to not run away with him.

half off wednesdays

We cut class a lot just so we could go to record shops and thrift stores.

keep your shoes on, your feet smell like doritos

We went to a party where we drank lime rickeys all night and watched a toy dinosaur grow 20 times its size in water. It was one of the best parties I ever been to.