how whisper doll songs feel
divine child: remembering your childhood was ruled by magic, which is no different from god. the summer solstice. long hair and even longer dresses. grubby sneakers from messing around in dirt. Magical potions of glitter glue, mud, sticks, and the prettiest flowers in your mother’s garden.
lady in blue: a dark dark blue and slate gray. the smell of smoke, either from cigarettes or candles. a very empty decrepit apartment with ivy growing on the facade. the sudden feeling that you’re too young to be wherever you are. the train station in the early morning white light with eyeliner still smudged around your eyes.
cheap: the beach. watery and cold. dusk for sure. the sweet smell of the ocean and knowing it’s polluted. it’s the moon and pearls and cancer season. neon lights on dark wet asphalt. a man who doesn’t love you, but not remembering his face. your pillowcase stained with tears.
june is frozen over: your childhood bedroom. a sunny day with all the curtains drawn. watching dust motes float around. The same movies about strange and fucked up girls playing over and over again on your laptop. high waisted white cotton briefs. popsicles anytime of day. required summer reading. the smell of a.c. wishing you were anyone but yourself.
i will always cling to her: the heady rush of living on your own. missing your mom. sunlight pouring through leaves. a hike up a mountain and seeing how everything spreads out for so long, everything is so big and old and you are so small and young.
perfume garden: lying in grass after a very good literary theory lecture. april showers. the feeling of being both alone but being so connected to everything. a matured magic. new friends. buying a nice bottle of wine for yourself. being a shy and romantic young woman. rose petal jam.
change: the first days after a breakup. a wound shutting itself closed. the light at the end of a tunnel. your back bending off the bed. shaking yourself off like a winter coat.
doe eyes is the winter sun, bright, cold, and sharp onto the new tight green buds of city trees. a heady new love affair, where the whole world zips down to the two of you. everything feels like an adventure. they live in a part of your city you haven’t spent a lot of time in, and the streets are becoming familiar. bright blue, grass green, a hint of pink. teetering just before your relationship becomes “real”. everything is sweet.
space and time: candy pink and alien green, colors of summer. riding your bike down a steep hill. the wind blowing an old memory to you. walking down old streets, knowing who you want to see. taking pictures of every heart shape you see.
without you: rewatching skins. enjoying the performance of delicateness for a boy. a sensitive boy. silver craft glitter in your hair that everybody keeps asking you about. being who you wanted to be at thirteen. taping love notes to the walls of your very first apartment.
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Buzzcut Season: Train stations, stargazing, sitting around a campfire, being so homesick all you can do is cry, baby blue
Team: the feeling
