We are tired of smelling like vanilla cupcakes. We want to smell like forbidden fruit—fruit picked from a tree growing in a cemetery in January.
You’re my winter jade, my teenage halo, Cold light on the scars I try to hide. Hold me at the edges where the night feels hollow, Keep the broken pieces warm inside. DeepLush - Winter Jade - Teen Angel
The constellation reminds us that the best art is confusing. You shouldn't want to smell like cold rocks and drugged strawberries, and yet, once you experience the combo, every other fragrance feels shallow. We are tired of smelling like vanilla cupcakes