i always knew i was a blue kind of girl and blue is, and will be, my color. it seems to never run out of shades. sure, the cliche thing to think when someone says “i’m blue” is “oh no, you’re sad!” but no, really, it isn’t like that at all. there’s bright blue which can’t possibly be sad because it’s so bright then there’s dark blue which can look so hazy and mystical it makes your heart itchy, then theres cerulean which can put you to peace quite easily, then the tacky crayola “blue” which is just when you’re feeling tacky, and all the other happy blues, like oceanic blue or peacock blue. there are sad blues though, like periwinkle and cornwall blue, but i think the true sad blue would be the periwinkle blue.
why am i analyzing blue. i dont’ know. i’m feeling blue. which shade of blue? i don’t know. but definitely not cerulean and definitely not bright blue.
i like you. i really do. but you’re making me periwinkle blue, and that’s not cute at all.
i want to be cerulean blue.
i want to be dark blue.
i want to be a peacock, dammit.
