time limit cut off 5pm pacific time. no mood too specific
writer and composer
I have come back to you as I left: a fool.
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returning home at the end of a long day, with the last beams of the summer sun cascading through the clouds as you go up the driveway
You should watch Jaws. This sounds like a cop-out but I promise that it's not - that film is actively focused on what it feels like to be in the ocean (loopy, nauseous water level photography, boats visibly tilting, the absolute compulsion that you feel to get into a large body of water).
mood: stoic and perhaps emotionally constipated masculinity. a hard man has to make hard moves in a hard situation
The melancholic feeling of sitting on a concrete stoop where you once spent many lonely days as a youth, discovering yourself through the quiet and the cold
Want a movie that squeezes all the anxiety about early adulthood and entering the workforce out of my brain, then gives me a popsicle and a mood board so I can work on them artistically.
That might be too specific but I thought I’d put it out there.
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cooking a really good meal but in like a weird compulsive fugue state way
The careful and caring euphoria that you feel when you see somebody you love in a new light, and realise the trust they showed in revealing themselves to you.
Mildly wrung out from a long day of having to repeatedly package up the last few years of my life into an appealing story for why someone should hire me
exploring an underground brick lined passageway and coming across mushrooms growing
kinda pretentious, but it's a mood I haven't ever quite recaptured: the feeling of walking through beautiful parks full of people having fun, half-stoned on a midsummer's day so hazy and thick you can taste it, while absolutely blasting this on headphones: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQtEFdyhgdE
A dreary rainfall ends right at golden hour, the clouds break and the sun illuminates the still-wet world in a warm glow.
my partner requests "you're so sick and feverish you have to stay home from school, and all you can do is watch VHS tapes that feel only slightly comprehensible in your ill child state. Years later you cannot remember if the film was real or imagined"
The sneaking suspicion that maybe everything won't work out but it'll happen on such a long time scale that you're best off just doing all the good you can in the meantime.
dissociative drift through a world that is incomprehensible, and the isolating melancholy it brings
the weird but comfortable sense of being alone late at night in the city
waking up before everyone else and something funny happens and you're laughing but also worried that you'll wake people up
trying to keep smiling when all you want to do is cry because being visibly sad would only be inconvenient
summer evening walk in a residential suburban area and turning the corner to see a massive cumulonimbus way off, lit by the last rays of the sun
you're 19 and far from home and a little uneasy and still awake at 5am so you get a milkshake for breakfast at the 24-hour diner
The smell of a bowling alley while you wait by the machine to spit your ball back out at you
coming home from a party or trip hanging out 24/7 with friends or family and in that moment when you get back to your place, your apartment feels very very quiet
The feeling of despair and hope you get when listening to "Chicago (Demo)" by Sufjan Stevens
when it feels like the end of the workday but there’s still 90 minutes left til you can clock out
