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๐งธ โi feel like iโve lived most of my life in my imagination.โ
not even in a poetic way โ like, i genuinely donโt think iโve ever actually been here. always off in some kind of wonderland of my own.
my mind is an ever-changing flash of strange creatures, film scenes, daydreams i never outgrew, cursed little ideas, dream fragments, verses of songs, and made-up convos with people who donโt exist (in this reality, at least).
i collect weird things. i sit awkwardly in the back of every function. i romanticise everything and love people more than i remember them. i get way too excited with people i know well. i probably care a little too much about unicorns.
if you took a knife to my head and made a perfect incision, youโd open it up and find a collage of movie stills and pinterest boards, battered notebooks, and greek statues covered in glitter.
oh, and iโm much cooler online than in person.
๐งธ so, who am i? (ha, the ever-constant question...)
hey, iโm lucy, but you can call me bambi. or lulu. i donโt really care. iโm 15, infp, cancer sun, hypnos cabin.
iโm struggling to put my personality into words โ iโm dreamy, iโm weird, mildly feral. iโm a living contradiction. daydreaming is my full-time job, with romanticism as a night shift.
iโm spiritual. iโm grumpy. i make no sense. and i love you.
i like life, dreams, literature, strawberries, fashion, reality shifting, music, laughing until you ache, sleepovers, astrology, hellenism, being chaotic, meditation, art, history, movies and cinema, spending hours on pinterest, spirituality, dream psychology, ancient greece, summer, animals, daydreaming, unique people, tea, people that make you feel included, the smell of the air from a bedroom window on a summer night, friends, family, belonging, sleeping, unicorns, researching random topics, sushi, doomscrolling about methods to stop doomscrolling, grinning, headphones, lalaloopsy dolls, nostalgia (sometimes), dancing in my pyjamas.
i dislike crying, the constant loneliness i carry everywhere, school uniform, rainy days at school, not belonging anywhere, nostalgia (sometimes), not being able to remember my childhood, MAYO.
fav bands/artists - hole, fiona apple, lalleshwari, HIM, courtney love, black box recorder, radiohead, grimes, soundgarden, bjรถrk, pj harvey, and so many more.
letterboxd top 4 - brokeback mountain, i believe in unicorns, goodbye lenin, bones and all.
what to expect (i think) - shifting rambles, dream logs, unhinged playlists, image dumps, movie essays, memory scraps, chaotic one-liners, and the occasional poetic spiral.
๐งธwhy am i here?
in short: i needed a place to brain-spiral in peace.
somewhere thatโs soft, weird, a little glittery, a little rotting, and safe. somewhere i can talk about dreams and nostalgia and weird interests and shifting and late-night thoughts without being buried by algorithms or infested with โclean girlsโ in my comments. somewhere i can make friends. somewhere none of my current friends know itโs me. somewhere i can learn.
also, itโs tumblr โ so who tf actually cares what iโm doing?
i wanted somewhere that feels like an open diary on a train seat, a mixtape for someone i donโt know yet, or an ostracised teenage girlโs thoughts spilled out into words (cos thatโs exactly what it is, tf?).
i donโt know what thisโll be exactly โ probably a mix of dream logs, chaotic thoughts, strange little essays, book recs, memories that donโt feel real, and maybe a unicorn or two.
i wanna find my community, so PLEASEEEE letโs be friends!! comment on here. say hi. tell me your weird thoughts. i want to know you.
also this entire thing is copied from my substack intro but changed a little so ignore thatโฆ๐
