artist

• the writer. sharing pieces of your soul with the world. starting revolutions with simple words. typing in a dark room. watching P&P only for Mr Darcy. the oxford comma. the soft glow of candles, using a receipt as a bookmark. leather bound journals. scribbling notes on your hands and arms. shelves full of plants and beautiful editions

studio ghibli

• my neighbor totoro: sweet as a summer’s day, dreams of moving to a farm with their loved ones, fresh vegetables, lives in worn-in tees and faded jeans, probably repressing some half-forgotten childhood trauma, quiet birdsong

times of day

• midnight: nostalgia from watching old cartoons, driving on an empty road, neon signs, adrenaline, speaking to strangers, feeling alive, red lipstick

times of day 2

• 7am: studious, leather bound notebooks and messy scrawls, constantly lending pencils, dressing the dark and finding you've worn 3 different shades of black, tinkling glass, odd houseplants, sharp lines and soft scarves.

pet names

• cutie: likes baking, says they’re stupid but is actually really damn smart, wants pastel hair, takes really nice notes, ice cream, favorite article of clothing is an oversized hoodie, pretty eyes

cities

• montréal: comfy socks, french bakeries, lover of books, bold thoughts, wide smiles, kinda broken, cute jackets, warm hot chocolate, cobblestone streets

cozy winter things

• blanket forts: biggest introvert known to man, still writes letters because “texting feels too impersonal”, always cold, reads way too much slow-burn mutual-pining childhood-friends-to-lovers fanfiction, infectious smiles

greek gods

• hestia: warm coffee shops, has a sweet smile, journals, kinda sad inside, a bit of a loner, messy hair, easily likeable but doesn’t know it

space

• black hole: 97% of their wardrobe is hoodies, professional procrastinator, can write, probably owns essential oils, eats ramen at 1:00 am, only writes in pen, actually really cool but doesn’t know it

summer moods

• bedroom floor: wiling the hours away, staring at the ceiling, wanting to write but not knowing the words, blaring music, ignoring texts, falling into stupor, hiding from the world, afraid of the future, a sense of dread, scrolling aimlessly through the internet, messy hair from the heat

monsters

• ghost: lives in sweaters, cold hands, cries when super happy, no one is sure how but they just show up everywhere, shy, takes care of everyone, sweet tooth, has a soft voice, lace, foggy mornings, minamalist, loves dogs and cats equally.

punctuation marks

• !: the human embodiment of a moodboard, can’t get more introverted, practically blind without glasses, kinda emo, listens to either classical music or k-pop, hates crowds but wants to go to a million concerts

gems

• emerald: overalls. foggy forests. leaves blowing in the wind. black boots. wooden furniture. oversized flannels. baseball caps. freckles. old buildings. sculptures. decorated mugs. used books.

coffee

• black coffee: diner milkshakes, longing, lanterns, the sound of rain, movie marathons, cerulean, thrift stores, chapstick

colors

• purple gemstone: this is the one you would do anything to know. she is warm and yet distant, prompting a thousand questions that might go unanswered. she is the scribbled note you find in an old library book, the beautiful stranger you briefly lock eyes with at the coffee shop. to gain her trust is a feat that few have achieved, but after that first smile, you are up to the challenge. she is an anomalous treasure and the missing piece you never knew you were searching for.

playlist

• introspection: coffee shops, foggy mornings, rainy evenings, city lights, flannel shirts, silver rings, dark colours, elliot smith, true crime podcasts, eye contact across a dim cafe, secondhand smoke, secondhand shirt, ink stains, faded jeans, chilly nights, messy notes, great music taste, probably gatekeeps, optimistic nihilist, feeling stuck, feeling like you’re meant for more than this.

astronomical phenomenons

• rogue stars: cold hands and sweater paws; light eyes rimmed with dark circles; glasses sliding from their nose; bitten lips; bruised knees; fingers wrapped in band aids; perfectionist mindset with zero follow through; late night drives; always in a hurry and always late; living alone; plushies to keep them company; plays the guitar mindlessly laying on their back on their bed; dog-eared library books; people watching; if drawn in by someone they’ll never let go again

months

• december: decorating cookies, hot chocolate, makes the best food, gives the best hugs, the supportive friend, wrapped presents, mature

pretty scents

• home: you know that smell the second it hits you, distinct and you can’t really put a name to it, calling your parents and telling them you love them, lounging on a couch face down, the feeling of denim, kissing someone on the cheek and feeling them smile, rumbling chuckles and laughs, a warm orange fire

season girls

• winter girls: the longest hugs where they refuse to let go. soft music in the background, sleeping on your shoulder in the car. eyes full of stories, long conversations about the meaning of life in the darkness. sentimental objects and words from the right person can comfort them. they can act emotionless, but they melt in your arms. temptation to stay in bed during the daylight and stay awake until dawn. they make you appreciate midnights and find love in silent moments.

shades of blue

• cobalt: loves long showers, aesthetic af, wears florals, prefers the countryside, has nothing figured out, a1 sense of humour, impulsive decisions

shades of pink

• Dusty rose girls: likes studio ghibli films & helping others, sad a lot, needs to stop procrastinating, cute without knowing, loves inspiration, vivid dreams

shades of red

• cherry: blushes a lot, extremely sensitive to words, drinks green tea, loves christmas, uses highlighters a lot, fireplaces, melted chocolate

summer girl

• Sunflower girls: loves indie music, dreams about decorating their future apartment, likes concerts, coffee and astrology, puts succulents in their room

coffee order

• Matcha: Not believing in ghosts but wishing you did. Notes apps filled with words never to be looked at again — in theory. Writing your own novel at the age of 12. Inboxes full of newsletters — shadows of past interests that cannot seem to leave (but maybe you don’t want them to). Staring at vortexes made by headlights during cold, foggy mornings. Bit nails, dried blood the only dark thing against a white shirt. Letting thoughts slip between fingers and onto paper; keyboards. Morning alarms that work, sure, but are a little too loud. Slow stretches and back cracks.

humours

• melancholic: warm tea and comfortable silence, soft eyes, messy hair, ink-stained hands, the sound of rain, a heart traced onto a fogged up windscreen, yellow clothes on the days where the sun seems to have left forever, waking up to tear-stained sheets and feeling a little bit lighter, hopscotch in puddles, love at first sight, nostalgia for the dreams of some beautiful future that you doubt will ever come

teenagers in a small city

• psychedelic rock: drawing mushrooms on notes, shaky hands, layering clothes, eight cups of coffee a day, insomniac, Pink Floyd, loads of freckles, dark curly hair, loud belly-full laugh, bleeding lips, easily bruised, falling asleep on friends' shoulders, comfort food, chunky sweaters, always cold, messy yet neat handwriting, dancing while cooking or doing chores, 16-hour video calls, wool socks, gummy bears, mango peace tea, spicy foods all the time, smartass