okay but like… maybe the mundane is the aesthetic and we’ve just been collectively too overstimulated to notice??? like why does the sunlight hitting my floor at 8:03am feel more cinematic than my entire camera roll?? why does lighting a candle at 2am make me feel like a victorian ghost girl processing trauma??? i’m so over chasing “main character” energy when folding laundry in silence feels more like a spiritual experience tbh. maybe the true plot twist is realising ordinary life was romantic all along.
RIGHT?? like maybe being dramatic about dust motes in sunlight is actually the peak of human experience. we’ve been sleeping on the mundane this whole time.
okay but like… maybe the mundane is the aesthetic and we’ve just been collectively too overstimulated to notice??? like why does the sunlight hitting my floor at 8:03am feel more cinematic than my entire camera roll?? why does lighting a candle at 2am make me feel like a victorian ghost girl processing trauma??? i’m so over chasing “main character” energy when folding laundry in silence feels more like a spiritual experience tbh. maybe the true plot twist is realising ordinary life was romantic all along.
this is what i'm sayinggg!! you get it!!
RIGHT?? like maybe being dramatic about dust motes in sunlight is actually the peak of human experience. we’ve been sleeping on the mundane this whole time.