Seven days at an outdoor festival, in baking sun and endless dust, punctuated by me tipping water over my head to try and cool down. By the end my hair was several shades lighter and had quasi-felted, kind of like a sheepskin rug. When I finally got to wash it the shower smelled like petrichor and there was something weirdly magical about the whole experience.
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people have these “my dog is a democrat” stickers and I like to imagine them with increasingly unlikely animals professing more niche political opinions:
when im listening to my own library and playlists i feel like a powerful wizard but when im trying to show my music taste to anyone it feels like i have a shame cone on