blue-faced serenity.

Описание: a subliminal based on mazzy star, ana de armas, and the melancholic nature of nostalgia.

♱ possess a devastatingly haunting beauty that speaks a thousand words all at once, encompassing the horrors, sorrows and bittersweet memories of life, alongside the happy-days, the romances, and youthful thrills.
♱ your eyes are tortured and deep, expressing countless tales and telling millions of stories and enrapturing onlookers with your beguiling gaze.
♱ your ingénue visage embodies the hopelessly romantic, destructive, narcissistic youth. the mistakes, the regrets, and the longing we hold when we look back to the past, to moments long gone.
♱ people feel homesick for a time they can no longer clearly remember when they look at you, completely intrigued at what separates you from everyone else. what makes you so different?
♱ you are disarmingly shy, making people fall head over heels for you, becoming completely entangled in your otherworldly, timeless beauty, one that only comes into fruition every millennia.
♱ wield people within your fingers, making them become irrevocably obsessed and captivated by you. you are utterly hypnotising, ethereal, unearthly, almost mystical, you bring people to tears at the sight, unable to speak from the weight of emotions that overwhelms them as they stare endlessly at the beauty you behold.
♱ your appearance is almost sort of humble, a natural beauty that is everything we hold dear, the warm moments we share, the softened, rose-tinted memories of our pasts, the collective experience of nostalgia, childhood and family. a pure, innocent and genuine expression of love.
♱ heads submerged in overflowing bathtubs, dog-eared pages, cold frost-ridden feet, cigarette smoke, trembling flames, child-drawn pictures depicting homes and idealised families, streaked and worn mascara, loosely curled wavy locks, billowing white dresses, verdant green meadows, midwestern cornfields, light autumn rain, bicycle rides in italy, old corner street bookshops, red-tipped fingers, ears and cheeks, sunshine peeking through leaves, feeling of damp soil and wet grass underfoot, gum-tacked pavements, road trips in the middle of nowhere, cars blearing within a busy city, dusky skies, and wavering lily-white ribbons; your essence, your being fully encapsulates this to a point of lacking differentiation.
♱ your visuals are like a time-travelling machine, taking and transporting people back to their pasts, a beauty that is immortalised wholly.
♱ your beauty is the inspiration of poets and novelists, invoking a sudden sense of eureka, that causes them to write and create a dozen classical literary works, becoming forever remembered as the mysterious and indescribably magical representation of beauty and all its forms.
♱ own an alluringly haunting and enthralling voice, a voice bearing similar likeness to that of hope sandoval; your voice is merely but a whisper, a soft twinkle in the air, a caressing, warm sound filled with wisdom, lost love, innocence, and unfulfilled dreams, the pure embodiment of melancholy. the translation and merging of your voice with music written by you, using your transcendental lyrical abilities, is one truly deserving of devotion, a blessing unto the ears, simply heavenly.
♱ specificities: 2A–2C silky brunette hair with light, wispy curls, short midface, defined jawline carved by a hellenistic sculptor, groomed angel dark bushy-brows, striking, vivid chartreuse green irises, deep oral commissures, clear pale tea-brown skin, willowy, sylphlike and gamine body type, slender, thin limbs (legs and arms), waspish and dainty waist, and desired accent.


permanent results.

calm;    • blue-faced serenity (calm)  
★🎥 - flowers in december by mazzy star.

another personal subliminal? you guessed it!