I Travel To Different Worlds Through My Head, You Can Call Me Crazy If You Want, But I've Seen Things

It’s about how gentle you can be; with the rain that you’re touching, the grass you’re running on, the sunset you’re watching, the hands you’re holding, the flower you’re picking, the heart you’re feeling, the breath you’re taking; it’s about how gentle are

Quarantined dark academia :

Looking out to the porch waiting for your order of books to arrive, reading till 4AM, lazy sips of red wine, black coffee in the late afternoon, burning candles on all day, mozart playing quietly while you sketch in your well-loved notebook, your favourite novels falling apart as you read them for the hundredth time, dressing in scarves and tweed jackets for your daily walks, missing museums and galleries and libraries .

i know we all go feral over coney island but GENUINELY. some lightening bolt of creativity shot down from the skies and joined these powerhouse artists together so that they could craft a perfect melody and prose that makes my bones ache and my heart break and my eyes well up and my soul leave my body. i think about the second verse at least once a day. it is a revelation every single time that i listen to them harmonise "a universe away". i understand something deep within myself in the closing chorus when i hear them sing "the sight that flashed before me was your face/when the sun goes down". they truly captured something poignant and fundamental and human and every single piece of praise that people give it is more than well deserved

I run from place to place, wanting to belong, wanting to find a home. When will I learn that my home is within me and it comes with me everywhere I go?

Twilight 🖤

What perfume would fit this aesthetic?

the beauty of this album is that it really fully encapsulates what it’s like going from the devastating loss of a long term relationship, to the rebound you think is gonna fix it all, only to ultimately realize that you were using the latter to process your feelings about the former. the songs are so muddled, and the lyrics are relevant to both muses because her feelings were muddled and she had no idea where to put them or what to do with them. the rebound promised her everything she couldn’t get from the ex-love and she fell for it because she was so desperate to be really seen.

the fact that i'm not in some alternate universe where i go to this school wearing pretty clothes, i'm creeping down it's hallways on a rainy day and me and my friends are dancing in circles as fellow students sing pretentious poetry and this pretty stranger is falling in love with me because i'm constantly saying strange and unpleasant things (which are a part of my charm) is so fucked up.

Spilled coffee on old letters written to old friends. Half burned pages left on the table. Listening to soft nostalgic music with a wicked smile. Sitting near the rear window while it rain at 3 am. Not shivering to the thunderstorms sound. Candle burning near the table when you type yet another aching poetry lines. Perfect distortion. Perfect melancholy.