im a background character to all these strangers lives. they have all their own joys and sadness and fears and traumas and families and friends and realities—and i’m just here, a passing character that they will forget in moments
little details, random smells that aren't really there, small specs of life ripping you out of the current moment and washing over you with such intensity that it gets hard to breathe
we don’t make jewellery like we used to!! where did the whimsy go!! the uniqueness!! the daintiness!! the literal ethereal feeling that this watch brings!!!!
I CANNOT FIND IT ANYWHEREEEEEE
