I wore a new dress. Well, my sister
bought this four-to-five years ago and never wore it. She was sorting
her wardrobe out and found it. It doesn't fit her anymore, so she gave
it to me. It fits me perfectly. Though it is a merchandise type with a
quote written on it (which I am not a fan of), I like the color and the
fit. So, I am keeping it.
I applied to a few more jobs today and did some proofreading.
I have been listening to some freak folk and freak-pop songs lately. I have noticed I am more drawn toward songs with female vocalists in the freak genre. There is a wonderful richness when a tone is seeping when the true and false folds are pulled taut by a gentlewoman, and with a silhouette of psychedelia, it is hauntingly beautiful. Soft and dreamy. Mellow and pleasant. Soulful and fresh. Pure and lyrical. Infectious and vintage. Gorgeous and wistful. It makes you feel nostalgic about a time that may not have existed in your life but has surely affected you. Of a time that never happened to you but has surely made you delirious in your seasonal peaks and troughs. Such a lilting voice with piercing words, when listened to while having a feeble soul and a vulnerable chunk of heart, might lead you towards a "greater hell, or to an oddly unsettling heaven."
Current favourites are Vashti Bunyan, Broadcast.
Today's mood: settling, soft and seasonal.
- Oizys.