You'd think this constant summer that's not summer would mean that Scandinavian brand of sadness would go away (you know, the unhappiness behind all our favourite Dutch/German paintings and shades of blue) but the not summer part intensifies it ten fold to a Saharan Sadness that won't go away. It's a lot if misplacement and not knowing how many jerseys to wear. The skies remain a cloudless, terrific shade of blue throughout all this.
Babble aside, you're thinking of a white Christmas, I'm imagining a brown winter filled with grandma motifs (rose patterns, porcelain, plastic covers), 24 hour mood lighting and lots of frumpy, asymmetrical lines. Nothing matters. Hail Satan.
Xxplosive music video by Dope Saint Jude (screencaps)
Petra Collins // right: my friend, Lukhanyo at Liquidchef's two months ago
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The Way Home
I love all you dead gay sons. Tell me about your summers and all the vibrant shades you're envisioning this June/July.