Universes

Anybody in Broward County FL tryna link up and cry together.. 🥹🖤😭

I was just messing around taking selfies, but it turned out way more cringe than I expected 😅

emo kid vibe🤣

Cuz Nobody 💙 You Like I 💙, Oh My Dear~

Come Here & Give Me A 🫂

Random cds I’ve collected :P

I Miss You

I’m bored af and it’s half 5 in the morning rn 💔

I'd Die In My Sleep

Medicate Me.
Tell Me Baby, 
If The Dream Is In The ♡, Don't Let It Go!

Come & Save Me.

Not the fake kind—the performative “I’m broken lol” captions—but the real, quiet heaviness that leaks into everything. The kind that lives in your saved songs, your late-night reposts, the way you linger on videos that feel like they were made for you. I know because I live there too. Somewhere between doomscrolling and hoping someone, anyone, understands why your chest feels heavy for no clear reason.
We grew up learning how to romanticize pain because pain was the only thing that stayed consistent. Friends faded. Lovers left. Time moved too fast. But the sadness? The sadness always showed up on time. So we learned to dress it up in black hoodies, messy eyeliner, distorted guitars, and captions that pretend we’re joking. We learned to be aesthetic about our wounds because being honest felt too vulnerable.
Here’s the truth I don’t see enough: being emo isn’t about wanting to die—it’s about wanting to feel something real in a world that keeps telling us to move on, glow up, and shut up. It’s about being soft in a place that rewards being cold. It’s about caring deeply even after being punished for it.
I know there are girls reading this who feel like ghosts in their own lives. Girls who love too hard, think too much, and replay conversations in their head like unreleased songs. Girls who understand that sadness can be comforting because at least it doesn’t lie to you. You’re not dramatic. You’re not weak. You’re just aware—and awareness hurts.
Maybe the algorithm will pick this up. Maybe it won’t. But if it does, I hope it finds the people who need to hear this: you’re allowed to be intense. You’re allowed to be complicated. You’re allowed to crave a love that feels like shared headphones at midnight and conversations that cut a little too deep.
This isn’t a cry for attention—it’s a signal flare.
If you felt something reading this, if it stuck in your chest longer than it should have…
then congratulations.
The algorithm already knows you’re alive.

I think the algorithm can smell sadness.

Idek xp

Let's play Phasmophobia and cuddle aggressively.

Bleh

seriously where are all the alt and emo boys at 😭

bruh

Where all the other emos at

Merry Christmas xD

Im a emo goth from the UK. Looking for friends or a BF or GF. 
Im from Nottingham

Hi my name is Raven

selfie :P +  blue contacts 💎
looking for fxc/scene friends

Where are my fellow elder emos?

Looking for new alt/emo friends maybe more depending on how we click :3

Need new friends

Static

Choppy

where are all the niagara emos 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

🤣🤣🤣

Emotional

Are emo people more in tune with the reality of situations and life itself? Any thoughts?

Can you dig it lol

Listening

Contemplating life

I've been waiting to go to an emo nite. Getting a fit to match the theme is going to be fun.

Emonite!!!

Going to see Mayday parade for the millionth time any similar bands? If you're stuck in the early 2,000's hmu

Emo Community

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Emo

emo kid vibe🤣

Come Here & Give Me A 🫂

Random cds I’ve collected :P

I Miss You

I want friends!

Wherever you will go - The Callings ( lol not trying to be emo) 🫠

I wish I could find the right guy who is my type

The bus driver.. I'm dead

I wanna do my hair like this but it's stubbornly wavy even when I straighten it

I'm trying to style my hair into something like this an emo asymmetrical bob cut basically