dark: black coffees and teas, silver signet rings, worn paperbacks, ink smudged hands, eyes in starlight, frayed sweaters, cashmere, wine colored lips, dark lashes, the smell of liquor and cigars, broken glass, humming softly down corridors, stacks of books all around your room, oak and vanilla, the perfect mix of sugar and poison, speaking in ancient languages, rain fogging your glasses, old clocks ticking, vinyl static, searching for meaning, lines of poetry written down your arms, obscured by an air of ambiguity, morally grey... murder?
cryptid: journal full of research and hand drawn sketches of cryptids, shelves full of sci-fi novels, binoculars and a chunky camera from the thrift shop shoved in your backpack, maps with red string and mysterious newspaper clippings pinned on the wall, looking for clues, hundreds of travel plans but none follow a coherent itinerary, you swear that was a ufo in the sky last night, dreaming to make a discovery bigger than life
goth: dark lipstick, abandoned buildings, velvet dresses, lace trimming, feathers around your feet, piano notes stretching through empty halls, the sand of an hourglass falling quicker, fishnet socks, ornate mirrors and candelabras, kerosene lamps, first edition copies of books, smudged eyeliner, a silhouette behind a moonlit window, stoppered bottles of mysterious liquids, melancholy and roses, living in legend
witchy: old grimoires gathering dust, clippings of your favorite spells pinned up, diagrams of plants inked in black in your book of shadows, teacups with already read tea leaves, tracing the lines on your friend/lover’s palm and secretly interpreting the meanings, incantations of the stars and planets, whispering to the plants on your windowsill before bed, piercings and stacked silver rings that catch the moonlight just right, lipstick the color of coagulated blood, smudged sigils up and down your arms under long sleeves
science: leather bound journals full of graph paper and notes, beakers and tubes of chemicals, researching the history of alchemy, the familiarity of the lab coat, the warmth of the soft yellow light in your room after the harsh fluorescents of the laboratory, your favorite research articles pinned to your wall, a folded copy of the periodic table in the pocket of your favorite jacket, debating over different scientific theories with your friends instead of studying, writing your poetry in chemical formulas and comprehending through atomic structure
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