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I find this art style uite unique and very charming. Always loved this kind of odd, dark, detailed, very maximalist kind of drawings, with so much contrast, clear lines, and the chromatic choices are so so SO wonderful if you ask me.

the sun tastes different in every place; all you have is the dust, a car, your partner in crime, your freedom, and a heart hungry for adventure.

laying in the garden under the bright warm sun, lingering memories of a past summer love, eyes closed and slowly drifting off to sleep.

a chilly autumn day, you’re all cozied up in your bedroom with a warm drink to fight the common cold.

old buildings and even older books, you stay true to the classics by raising hell with your friends while wearing plaid and a black turtleneck. you’ll probably take part in bacchanalia at some point. (a dark academia playlist)

southern america is not all corn fields and heavy sun ; it’s also dust storms and the uneasy feeling that everything won’t turn out okay. the great depression is taking everything from you and you have to fight teeth and nail to survive in this cruel world. (a southern gothic playlist heavily influenced by the grapes of wrath)

a collection of piano pieces to relax/study to.

somewhere in england in the eighties, you’re a dispirited teen trying to find meaning to your life while being the witness of the disintegration of working class culture. you hate thatcher, and you are gay. 

that feeling when you’re hanging out with friends. the hangout is ending soon. that weird sad feeling.

you’re a roman emperor happily preparing to stab your rival in the back. (a contemporary take)

dramatically staring into the night while your washing machine is beeping at you.

a still autumn morning, pale sunlight casting a colourless light over the landscape. a pot of coffee babbling sleepily in its corner in the kitchen and you turn on your radio to start the day.

songs that give you the same feeling that achilles come down by gang of youths gives you

late summer evening at a theme park with your best friend

two old men living in a stone cottage that sits on the coast, having grown old together

it’s halloween night in a suburban town, and you’re the local emo kid (collab with @weltonpoets)

drafting a love letter and being very angry about it

thrifted clothes, stolen jewelry, signet ring with a stranger’s initials, ink stains on my fingers, lying about my family, chapped lips, smudged notes (involving lots of instrumentals because how can you sing when your heart is sworn to secrecy?)

tentative first steps towards falling in love while the world burns around you

writing your manifesto and watching the world burn outside

it’s raining and you’re sitting on a dock and watching the droplets fall in the water and you can’t help but feel numb but bursting with longing at the same time, your phone is buzzing with texts and setting notifications and you feel so alone but so numb and distant

I know what it feels like to lose. And now you do, too.