. . . MEET COLLECTOR!READER 🕰️
everything can be beautiful . lost and found . thrift stores . warped wood . rusting jewelry . peeling wallpaper . cross on the wall . the scent of a bookstore . mismatched socks . glittering in the dark . chipped teacups . plaid pattern . the world being filled with beauty .
sees the sun and glows . cats trail after them . jeff buckley and the smiths . lives life by the breeze . never searching, only receiving . different shades of brown . finds love everywhere . vinyls on the walls . wishes on a star every night .
🕰️ . . . who lives at the edge of the woods, a twenty minute car ride from the nearest city, and rarely leaves their house.
🕰️ . . . who's pockets are deep and filled with different trinkets– a rock shaped like a mouse, a straggly strand of purple string, a sage green button, and the iridescent wing off a dead beetle.
🕰️ . . . who doesn't mind the stifling quiet of living alone, and enjoys using the silence to dig deeper into themself.
🕰️ . . . who has a garden in the yard– cherry tomatoes and cherry trees, strawberries and blueberries, and their favorite, a marijuana plant.
🕰️ . . . who will sit for hours just staring outside, watching nature pass by and the sky shift and move. it makes them feel small.
🕰️ . . . who has a shelf in their attic of dusty porcelain dolls, all with matching rouged cheeks and curled hair. they kiss each doll goodnight, every night.
🕰️ . . . who prefers honesty more than little white lies, no matter how sweet. it always feels like little shards of sugary glass, imbedded into their skin.
🕰️ . . . who wears jeans that have embroidery on the legs, and paint marker doodles on the back pocket.
🕰️ . . . who can recognize and name various plants, as well as whether they're poisonous or if they're edible.
🕰️ . . . who isn't religious, but keeps crosses hung up on the walls, like a reminder that the past always lingers, even when trying to forget.
🕰️ . . . who has a love for the disturbed and the unwanted. they take in cats with missing ears, and toys with scary smiles.
🕰️ . . . who dances alone at night with a billy joel record spinning. their arms spin in the air, and their eyes are closed, and to them, it feels as close to heaven as they'll ever get.
playlist 🕰️ honesty by billy joel 🕰️ lonesome is a state of mind by djo 🕰️ harvey by the her's 🕰️ bitter sweet symphony by the verve 🕰️ lover, you should've come over by jeff buckley 🕰️












