Rhiannon. 21.
Just your stereotypical Pisces primmadonna.
agnxs:
playlists based on locations and their aestheticssuburbia; neon store lights, empty parking lots with teens smoking on sidewalks where they think their parents don’t see, one story houses in neighborhoods where no one’s secrets stay hidden longcities; towering skyscrapers and overcrowded city blocks, driving through streets at night when lit up windows looks like stars, wandering the empty blocks at 3am after a drunken night out at some dive bar with your friendssweet southern romanticism; sprawling fields that glow gold in the light, small farmhouses where you wake up to the ambiance of the farm animals, homemade pies and sun stained polaroids from your childhooddark academia; the secrets on campus are hidden amongst the bookshelves of the century old library, students wear tweed and perpetually radiate autumn, someone went missing and two of the students in your classics lecture share knowing looksmidwestern gothic; endless plains and hills drenched in snow, suffocatingly small towns ringed by ominous forests, mysterious rustling in the cornfields and strange noises amidst the trees, abandoned gas stations, frostbite nips at your toes and fingerspacific northwestern gothic; small, glowing lights in the distance on the freeway, isolated houses dotted through the dew soaked forests, rustling of something big moving through the trees, the smell of moss and pine and petrichor perpetually hanging in the air
playlists based on locations and their aesthetics
suburbia; neon store lights, empty parking lots with teens smoking on sidewalks where they think their parents don’t see, one story houses in neighborhoods where no one’s secrets stay hidden long
cities; towering skyscrapers and overcrowded city blocks, driving through streets at night when lit up windows looks like stars, wandering the empty blocks at 3am after a drunken night out at some dive bar with your friends
sweet southern romanticism; sprawling fields that glow gold in the light, small farmhouses where you wake up to the ambiance of the farm animals, homemade pies and sun stained polaroids from your childhood
dark academia; the secrets on campus are hidden amongst the bookshelves of the century old library, students wear tweed and perpetually radiate autumn, someone went missing and two of the students in your classics lecture share knowing looks
midwestern gothic; endless plains and hills drenched in snow, suffocatingly small towns ringed by ominous forests, mysterious rustling in the cornfields and strange noises amidst the trees, abandoned gas stations, frostbite nips at your toes and fingers
pacific northwestern gothic; small, glowing lights in the distance on the freeway, isolated houses dotted through the dew soaked forests, rustling of something big moving through the trees, the smell of moss and pine and petrichor perpetually hanging in the air
