For when you want to wander around your small town with headphones on, process generational trauma in a thrifted jacket, and make deep eye contact with strangers at diners.
So you can write things like “I don’t know who I am without this town.”
Vintage Looking Journal
Nostalgia is a lifestyle.
A film camera you won’t develop for 2 years
Plays Moonrise Kingdom on loop.
A tiny projector for sad bedroom movie nights
For watching your own story unfold like a tragic romance.
Round Sunglasses & Circle Sunglasses
Emotional armor. Probably from Goodwill.
Fingerless Gloves
For that introspective novel you swear you will get around to. Clicky Clacky Clicky Clacky...
Typewriter Keyboard
Every line is passive aggressive poetry.
A postcard you wrote but never sent
For spinning vinyl and regrets simultaneously.
A Record Player That Makes Me Feel Vintage and Sad
Light it before your next emotional monologue.
Candle That Smells Like I Read Books in the Rain
For your third reheat of the morning.
A Mug I’ll Forget to Drink From While Daydreaming
For when your playlist knows you better than your friends do.
Headphones for Ignoring Everyone and Feeling Everything
Because love hurts, but playlists slap.
A Keychain That Plays My Breakup Playlist
Color-coded feelings, obviously.
Pens for Writing Lines I’ll Never Post
It says “I’m emotionally complex”
A Shirt That’s Soft, Sad, and Looks Better Wrinkled
