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[namusthetic]

The Artist and The Writer

The Tiny Love Stories Series

Their love blossomed in the gentle quietness. In moments when they felt overwhelmed by the rush of sensations or dived too deep in their thoughts, forgetting to resurface for a breath, they sought each other's eyes, and the noise finally ebbed away.

They had grown weary of giving away pieces of themselves with each lover, so they became each other's muse.

Link to the full playlist here <3

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The Artist

"Why can't you see that?"

The Artist observed. Patterns and colors spoke clearly to them, like words never could. Their childlike curiosity had been so refreshing to the Writer—a breath of fresh air after all the molding and the dust that had settled during long hours of contemplation, shattering on the fractals of their mind. The Artist made them rediscover the beauty of simple pleasures, the magic of seeing things as they are. The Writer knew that, no matter how much they tried, no word could ever fully capture the Artist's beauty.

Playlist:

As It Was by Harry Styles

Someone New by Hozier

Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows

Hey Lover! By Wabie

Me Gustas Tu by Manu Chao

Black Friday by Tom Odell

As The World Falls Down by David Bowie

The Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx

Let The Light In by Lana del Rey ft. Father John Misty

The Writer

"You just don't understand."

The Writer's depth had ignited the Artist's fascination—a tranquil, opaque mirror nestled in a clearing deep within deep woods of the most vivid shade of green. Beneath its surface, wisps of light, flashes of distant storms boiled with fury. Rarely noticed by others, the Writer observed every detail keenly, a nostalgic aura of bittersweet melancholy surrounded them. The Artist spent hours sketching, attempting to capture the comforting warmth of the wisdom in their eyes.

Playlist:

Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Writer In The Dark by Lorde

Talk by Hozier

Wicked Game by Chris Isaac

Heart to Heart by Mac DeMarco

Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens

Those Eyes by New West

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths

We Are The People by Empire of the Sun

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(there's a surprise below 🤫)

------- Tiny Side Story ------

The soft gold light of sunrise cast a warm patina across the surfaces; it was barely 5:42 in the morning. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and jam wafted through the small apartment. In the direction of the small kitchenette, the clinking of plates and cutlery could be heard.

"Did you stay up all night writing?" The writer turned to find the artist leaning on the doorframe, a smirk playing on their lips.

"I couldn't bring myself to stop; had to finish that chapter. I was about to go to sleep, just wanted to prepare breakfast for you first. I know you like to wake up early to paint, but you awoke before I could bring it to you."

"Let's have breakfast together then; you can go and sleep after."

"Is there any way I can convince you to come back to bed and cuddle for a bit before you disappear into your studio?" The writer raised their brows in question, their attention still on the slice of bread in their hands. The artist sniffed and turned their head, as if pondering: "I have a very strict schedule; I'll see if I can spare a moment for you."

"Much obliged," they exchanged smirks, a spark of affection evident in their eyes. The artist settled into a chair by the window, watching attentively.

"Did you put the jam on the whole slice?"

"Yep."

"On the borders too?"

"Yep."