THE YEAR WE SWITCHED UP
2005 is basically over and the internet entered its villain era this year 💅
Everyone had a profile. Everyone had a playlist.
Everyone had something to prove.
Culture wasn’t just online—it was spiraling 🫨
This year felt like eyeliner smudged on a webcam selfie at 3AM. And we lived for it.
THE YEAR WE FOUND IDENTITY
Fashion this year?? Pure personality crisis. In the cutest way.
Scene queens came screaming into the mainstream—literally.
Neon skinny jeans. Chunky highlights. Side bangs sharp enough to draw blood
Panic lyrics in your bio = certified hot.
Layered tanks? Still holding strong.
Mini skirts over leggings?? We said yes. Repeatedly. With no regrets.
Guys wore flat-brimmed hats like it was a personality trait and DC Shoes were practically formalwear 🛹
UGGs never left. They just got crustier with time
And boho girls? Still here. Flowing peasant tops. Chunky belts. Jeans so low-rise they were practically a rumor.
THE YEAR MOVIES GOT MESSY
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire dropped and we were officially not kids anymore 🐉
Cedric Diggory died and suddenly we all had trust issues.
Also… those Yule Ball looks? ICONIC.
Batman Begins gave us emo billionaire energy and brought superheroes back to life 🦇
And Mr. & Mrs. Smith wasn’t just a movie—it was the moment Brangelina took over the world.
But let’s be real—Brokeback Mountain broke the mold.
Two cowboys. One tent. A million tears 💔
It was raw, it was real, and it changed everything.
THE YEAR EMO WENT PLATINUM
We Belong Together played, and we ALL belonged to Mariah again 💅
The comeback of the century—don’t argue.
Fall Out Boy dropped bangers. Panic! gave us long song titles and longer emotional spirals 🖤
Green Day’s American Idiot was still soundtracking our rage against the machine (and our parents).
Meanwhile… LimeWire was killing our family computers with every song we illegally downloaded 🔥
We were remixing our personalities daily—one iPod shuffle at a time.
THE YEAR OF YOUTUBE
2005 gave birth to YouTube—and suddenly anyone could be famous.
(Or at least post blurry lip-syncs to “Sugar We’re Goin Down”)
MySpace was in its peak era.
Top 8s caused actual fights.
HTML coding was basically emotional labor 💘
Your profile song was more honest than therapy.
The Hills premiered. Laguna Beach still ran our lives.
And Perez Hilton was doodling hearts and devil horns on every celeb face in Hollywood 💄
The drama? Unhinged.
The attention? Addictive.
THE YEAR WE ALL PERFORMED
This year wasn’t quiet.
It was neon. It was oversharing.
It was fighting in the comments section at 2AM.
We didn’t just scroll—we performed.
In bulletins. In playlists. In mirror pics with flash on and angst in the caption 🎧
Tomorrow is 2006
And if 2005 blurred the line between regular and famous?
Next year we’re erasing the line completely.