I love everything about all of this, all the essential, seasonal cliches: crispy mornings strolling across campuses, leather loafers crucnching over crimson leaves, bonfires and football games, school books and pencils, creamy flannels and scarves and sweaters. None of it was ever real, it was unattainable, fantasy bullshit made to make us feel terrible about our messy, scratchy lives, and it was captured in all it’s chimeric glory in Seventeen’s annual Back to School issue.
