༺☆༻ a scattered list of truths... ༺☆༻

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I’ve always found myself drawn to lists—the kind that spill out like the contents of a messy purse. They’re not neat or perfectly structured, but they feel real, like pulling pieces of yourself together and laying them out under soft, twinkling light. So here are some truths about me, stitched together in no particular order:
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𐔌⁺ ຼ ꒱ I have this thing about rain. It’s not just about how it sounds or smells—it’s the way it feels like a reset, like the world pressing pause for a moment

⊹⁺ ✧ I have entire playlists for every mood imaginable. (Yes, there’s a "main character walking through a city at night" playlist and a "pov: you're a popstar princess" playlist.)

୨୧⁺ ୨ I overthink everything—conversations, text messages, what I wore to Sainsbury's three days ago. My brain is a little exhausting, but it’s also where I keep my best ideas

♡໒⁀ ✧ Sometimes I’ll sit in a café, most likely my local costa, and pretend I’m in Paris, even if I’m just five minutes from home. The frappé tastes better that way~

༺☆༻ I have a soft spot for abandoned places. There’s something hauntingly beautiful about forgotten things.

⁺ 𐔌 ꒱ིྀ I still have my childhood notebook tucked away somewhere, filled with stories about magic forests and secret worlds. It’s chaotic and cringy, but it’s also me, untouched by the fear of imperfection.

⊹⁺ ✩ rose and cinamon are my favourite scents—comforting, warm, like a hug in the form of fragrance but also fresh.

୨୧⁺ I’m scared of losing the little things: the way my coffee tastes in the morning, the feeling of flipping to the last page of a book, the way my friends laugh even late at night.

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Sometimes, I feel like life is a collection of these tiny, fleeting moments. They don't always make sense, and they don't need to. Maybe that's the beauty of it - being a little messy, a little unfinished, but finding meanings in the fragments <3

Writing here feels like sharing a piece of myself with you, but also like casting it into the universe, hoping it lands softly somewhere. Maybe you'll read this, and we'll find a little connection - two strangers existing in parallel lives, yet brushing against each other through words on a screen. if that happens, isn't that its own kind of magic?

If you made it this far, know that you are loved by so many and so much, and whilst your still here, what's one quiet moment of your life that you love?

until next time wanderers,

xoxo evie ˚₊‧꒰ა ꣑ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚