intro 🦄🌙💤
🧸 “i feel like i’ve lived most of my life in my imagination.”
not even in a poetic way — like, i genuinely don’t think i’ve ever actually been here. always off in some kind of wonderland of my own.
my mind is an ever-changing flash of strange creatures, film scenes, daydreams i never outgrew, cursed little ideas, dream fragments, verses of songs, and made-up convos with people who don’t exist (in this reality, at least).
i collect weird things. i sit awkwardly in the back of every function. i romanticise everything and love people more than i remember them. i get way too excited with people i know well. i probably care a little too much about unicorns.
if you took a knife to my head and made a perfect incision, you’d open it up and find a collage of movie stills and pinterest boards, battered notebooks, and greek statues covered in glitter.
oh, and i’m much cooler online than in person.
🧸 so, who am i? (ha, the ever-constant question...)
hey, i’m lucy, but you can call me bambi. or lulu. i don’t really care. i’m 15, infp, cancer sun, hypnos cabin.
i’m struggling to put my personality into words — i’m dreamy, i’m weird, mildly feral. i’m a living contradiction. daydreaming is my full-time job, with romanticism as a night shift.
i’m spiritual. i’m grumpy. i make no sense. and i love you.
i like life, dreams, literature, strawberries, fashion, reality shifting, music, laughing until you ache, sleepovers, astrology, hellenism, being chaotic, meditation, art, history, movies and cinema, spending hours on pinterest, spirituality, dream psychology, ancient greece, summer, animals, daydreaming, unique people, tea, people that make you feel included, the smell of the air from a bedroom window on a summer night, friends, family, belonging, sleeping, unicorns, researching random topics, sushi, doomscrolling about methods to stop doomscrolling, grinning, headphones, lalaloopsy dolls, nostalgia (sometimes), dancing in my pyjamas.
i dislike crying, the constant loneliness i carry everywhere, school uniform, rainy days at school, not belonging anywhere, nostalgia (sometimes), not being able to remember my childhood, MAYO.
fav bands/artists - hole, fiona apple, lalleshwari, HIM, courtney love, black box recorder, radiohead, grimes, soundgarden, björk, pj harvey, and so many more.
letterboxd top 4 - brokeback mountain, i believe in unicorns, goodbye lenin, bones and all.
what to expect (i think) - shifting rambles, dream logs, unhinged playlists, image dumps, movie essays, memory scraps, chaotic one-liners, and the occasional poetic spiral.
🧸why am i here?
in short: i needed a place to brain-spiral in peace.
somewhere that’s soft, weird, a little glittery, a little rotting, and safe. somewhere i can talk about dreams and nostalgia and weird interests and shifting and late-night thoughts without being buried by algorithms or infested with “clean girls” in my comments. somewhere i can make friends. somewhere none of my current friends know it’s me. somewhere i can learn.
also, it’s tumblr — so who tf actually cares what i’m doing?
i wanted somewhere that feels like an open diary on a train seat, a mixtape for someone i don’t know yet, or an ostracised teenage girl’s thoughts spilled out into words (cos that’s exactly what it is, tf?).
i don’t know what this’ll be exactly — probably a mix of dream logs, chaotic thoughts, strange little essays, book recs, memories that don’t feel real, and maybe a unicorn or two.
i wanna find my community, so PLEASEEEE let’s be friends!! comment on here. say hi. tell me your weird thoughts. i want to know you.
also this entire thing is copied from my substack intro but changed a little so ignore that…😔
