kavi // your writing is bruiseblue like veins beneath the skin all faded & soft like eggshell textured wall paint or watercolor paper & gold outlines shimmering // the song “francis forever” by mitski
aya // your writing is the rain & the petrichor after ;; gentle slate blue & seafoam greens ;; the feeling of touching something and ur not sure if it’s wet or just a little cold to the touch // the song “alaska” by maggie rogers
aimi // pink like a tongue & lips bitten, pale ivory like old paper worn to the touch. your writing feels very tangible, solid like oak with the birds nesting // the song “songbird” by fleetwood mac
lau // your writing is so much like water & clear & that bluegreen & waves like light going across it ;; feels very smooth like a rubbing stone // the song “bag of bones” by mitski
char // an amethyst geode cracked open & foggy around the edges, sharp like a bread knife cutting & tasting like the xxx flavor of vitamin water which i BELIEVE is acai blueberry pomegranate flavored jsyk // the song “heavenly father (acapella version)” by bon iver
blue // crackling campfire & the bluegray smoke, smells like tobacco and shock red whiskey burn // the song “jolene” by ray lamontagne
quinn // staccato like pearls on a necklace, smooth & semi gloss & & & the color of milk tea (tawny brown w the milk swirling in it so gentle) // the song “river” by leon bridges
kat // navy blue & delicate like a newborn lamb ;; your writing feels like those warm shivers you get from being inside after being outside & also a single violin singing // the song “under giant trees” by agnes obel
riri // your writing is like a breath, like a ribcage expanding, like drinking in the soft sweet air of spring ;; succulents growing ;; lavender & love // the song “bubblegum” by clairo
leigh // your writing makes me feel like a summer night, hazy & heat lightning cracking in rivers across the sky ;; that slightly left of center blue that feels warmer than it should, like a robin’s egg but smoky ;; cotton balls pulled apart to form a cloud // the song “venus as a boy” by bjork
madina // textured like a knife scraping the insides of a vanilla bean into a very specific mug (blue willow china) & curled up in a floral patterned armchair that is fraying @ the edges ;; a cast iron wood burning stove tucked into a brick fireplace // the song “burning down the house” by talking heads
