I always tell myself I won’t do any more want lists, because they’re essentially identical and people must be sick to death of them, but all my resolve collapses as soon as somebody (usually my mother) asks for one. None of these are real requests (even though they’re extremely reasonable if I do say so myself). In fact, I’ve dedicated this winter to accumulating PC parts for what I hope will be a moderately monstrous gaming rig. That leaves me with lots of leftover yearning, however, and I will illustrate it here:
- Look at this necklace/sorcery! It’s a dark mirror reflecting nothing, and it would fixate me completely until one day I stepped across its threshold and disappeared forever. But I could also wear it, and people would give me compliments.
- If I were to write a terrible cash grab YA series, my protagonist’s poorly behaved, rich boyfriend would gift her endless quantities of Beta 5 chocolate. Nothing else in the plot would account for their supposed bond, and nothing else would need to.
- I’m not sure how to number this. Let’s say the pants are next. Why do pants have to be so difficult? I was just reading through some of my old journals, and in three seperate entries, lodged within deep, personal excavations, I wrote about how I needed to “get pants right”. I’ve made SOME progress – enough to know that these would probably suit me in the neat/loose way I prefer, and also fill my current white pants void. I used to wear only men’s pants, until finally, under duress, I accepted that however much I alter them, they don’t fit me. With the exception of vintage Levis, and I could use a pair of those, too.
- I want a bloody, dark red shiny, and it might as well be spinel, because I don’t have any.
- I also want a red candle, and it must be beeswax. Personal motto: spend all your money on things you will burn.
- I’m enjoying a toast renaissance, which means I’m going through about a jar of marmalade a week. I always want the bitterest seville orange, but I wouldn’t mind a really fancy version, just to switch things up.
- You can ignore the feather. It’s there to make the list look more witchy.
- I want to learn how to (properly) use paint and ink, which, by the way, I’m finding to be really fucking hard. Maybe if I had more supplies, and ideally one of those really expensive brushes made with Queen Victoria’s hair or whatever, then I’d pick it up faster!