every other of the aesthetic questions, starting at fairy lights, ending at oil paints
fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know? I would probably want to know if I was happy? It’s kind of a lame answer but I think knowing the future ruins the fun. Maybe some lottery numbers.
1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise? I went to a hole in the wall diner late at night about a month ago with my girlfriend (you may have heard of her) and by the time we got out it was snowing (the first snow of the year) and I freaked the fuck out because i fucking love snow man. I got food poisining but it was hecking worth it.
black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things? I do not have a bucket list, but I have always wanted to be covered in puppies, or make a successful daisy chain.
moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood? Generally, yeah. Some parts were less than great but I grew up with two parents who love me dearly, can’t complain.
plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them. Oh this is actually tough, and it really depends on the situation surrouding star gazing. It would have to be alzi or julia. For alzi, I would want to drive in a vinatge car into the middle of nowhere europe with a picknick blanket, dressed in clothing that is too fancy for the occasion. For julia I would like to sit on a roof somewhere with a ton of blankets, pillows, pajamas and hot coca. Maybe somewhere closer to the city on a clear night.
lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you? Julia, my girlfriend and it was entirely her telling me awful puns that didn’t make sense and me telling her that I wanted a divorce and that I needed to go to bed.
cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? I think they’re neat, I prefer blue or green to be honest, since mine are brown and I see them every day.
oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far? ‘There is nothing sexier than a girl litterally up to her elbows in potato salad’