Priorities, Priorities

Lost in thought, dreaming of that collective heartbeat you only find when the bass drops and the lights hit just right. I’m completely obsessed with that energy, even if my closet has zero clue how to dress for it. Honestly, the temperature doesn't even register – it's all about the magnetic pull of it all. Wondering who else feels that deep hum. 🎶💫Any idea how to style this into a night out/clubbing thing? I'm obsessed with it but clueless. (The temperature doesn't bother me lol)

There's this particular ache when you almost grasp something truly rare, something that feels like a forgotten piece of your own quiet constellation. Like an old celestial sphere or a map of a world that only exists in whispered dreams. You see it, and for a second, the universe makes perfect sense. Then it vanishes. Just leaves you wondering who else out there looks up at the same stars and feels that same beautiful pull. ✨🌌

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I'd call them Dreamer's Artefacts.

What would you call these? A friend saw them in a charity shop but when I went to buy them they were gone.

Jesse Owens upon his return to the US after winning four gold medals at the 1936 Olympic Games.