Sure, it’s been done before. Just try and stop me.
Hoodies, tempers, hair in a ponytail, a mug full of milky tea, loose weights, push-ups, bear hugs, Golden Retrievers, “Rules are made to be broken”, rock music, constantly hungry, chocolate brownies
Half-buttoned shirts, discarded glasses, scribblings in a notebook, green tea, calculations on the back of an envelope, “You don’t know? Let’s find out!”, little laughs, a violin, olives on toothpicks, intricately tied shoelaces, vinyl records, obscure comics
Toolkits, sweatpants, hot chocolate and marshmallows, cushions, hugs, baking, “What did you just say to my friend?”, quick to smile, looking on the bright side, a favourite pillow, battered books, small dogs, pastel colours
A tilted head, a quiet smirk, an honourable duel, well-seasoned steak, long coats, impeccable hair, winning a debate, furiously passionate, “Don’t even try it”, strong coffee, late nights, strategy games, cool in a crisis, pop punk, sarcastic to the point of ruthlessness, sour sweets
Seriously considering filling my pockets with glitter and whenever someone near me says something really stupid or rude I’ll just reach into my pocket with a dead expression and release the glitter into the sky above their head and watch it shower over them like a baptism of stupid.
extensive lipstick collections from deep red to light rosé, lonely gas stations at the side of the road at night, rose parfums, freshly picked blueberries, resting against a tree after running through the grass, walks along the seine, vintage pins and stickers, metro stations at night, red theater curtains before a show, hidden vinyl shops, cobbled streets in foreign towns, open windows, laughing until you cry, Polaroid pictures, golden jewelry, midnight swims in the sea, small french balconies, evening banquets, vintage cars, bubble gum, quickly attached plasters, living off the adrenaline, dramatic monologues, stop signs
bouquets of lily-of-the-valleys, freshly pressed juice, yellow ballet dance costumes, crystal glass, pearl necklaces, rosé eyeshadow, white messy bedding, old renaissance paintings, golden light shining through white curtains, healing herbs, long sighs, botanical gardens at night, spring breeze, the smell of wood, natural history museums, bicycle rides across the city, jasmine perfume, phonographs, photography picture books, hand-made notebooks, big vintage glasses, ukuleles, self-care, sudden melancholy
the sound of rain, black coffee, oxford shoes, studio ghibli movies, oversized sweaters, old postcards, piles of books, train rides, nights in the library, ancient buildings, foreign boulevards, staying up until 3 am, unfinished notebooks, typewriters, flea markets, overhead projectors, view from the 76th floor, “what if”, dripping sarcasm, black and white pictures in glossy magazines, addiction to anything, late night conversations, swearing under one’s breath, hotel swimming pools, thrift stores, foreign languages, poetry collections, detailed journal entries, writing in the margins, opera houses, black glasses, pressed flowers, lavender perfume, analog cameras, sculptures, the night sky, obsession
dark eyeshadow pallettes, silver rings, green velvet, collarbones, tweed jackets, family heirlooms, wearing bruises and black eyes with dignity, the atmosphere of bathrooms at a party, dimly lit lounges, chandeliers, blue artificial light, forests, marble floors, intricate architectural structures, black lacquered shoes, fine fabrics, wine glasses, cobbled streets, theatre lounges, white ballet dresses, black tie, biting your lip, dedicated eyes, printed letters, exit signs, smoke, airplanes at night, skylines, trench coats, high heeled shoes, thunderstorms, mythology, long shadows
Why do butterflies are named like that? I mean, butter-fly. Butter Fly why would a butter fly? Does butterflies even look like Butter? No they don’t. I’m so confused right now. And they are so cute and beautiful but them you look at them and say “look, a butterfly!” And it’s ruined. I imagine butter flying around. That makes no sense at all. I wanna meet the asshole who ruined such a beautiful creature and have a talk with them. Maybe they were hungry? It could be breakfast… well actually breakfast is another very confusing word like… why are we breaking fast? What are we breaking?! Nothing make sense anymore