IVY
a room you can scroll through
everything here is real, just slightly out of order. take your shoes off.
stop rewriting the About page. nobody reads it. keep the typos.
this one was taken by accident and it's my favourite
ABOUT ME
Ivy. seventeen. I keep every ticket stub and none of my houseplants alive.
I grew up on dial-up and glitter cursors and never really recovered. This is where I put the things that don't fit anywhere else: film frames, receipts, songs I played 40 times in a row, sentences I overheard on the bus.
no algorithm here. just me and a glue stick.
- 01 ·y
- 02 · owns 4 cameras, 1 works
- 03 · cries at end credits, not endings
- 04 · keeps receipts as bookmarks
- 05 · afraid of phone calls & escalators
↖ these are all still true, sadly
currently
updated whenever i rememberMazzy Star — Fade Into You (x41 this week)
01:11 amIn the Mood for Love, again, on mute
02:18 amceremonial matcha, iced, always
03:25 amsomeone else's marginalia in a used paperback
04:32 amhotel keycards & foreign coins
05:39 amthe exact blue of 6:41pm in february
06:46 amC:\ivy\now.txt▌
weather: grey, forgiving
mood: 6/10, improving
FILM
Chungking Express
1994 · watched on the floor★★★★★
Fallen Angels
1995 · too blue, perfect★★★★☆
Lost in Translation
2003 · airport rewatch★★★★☆
Céline & Julie
1974 · fell asleep, twice★★★☆☆
my favourite shots are the ones where nothing happens — a curtain, a bus window, someone's hand on a table.
diary
loose pages, unsortedMade tea I didn't drink. Watched the neighbour's window go dark. Felt fine about it, which surprised me.
— i.A man was teaching his daughter to whistle. She couldn't do it. He kept saying 'almost' in the exact voice my dad used.
— i.Reorganised the shelf instead of replying to anyone. Found a photo of us at the pier. Put it back face down. Took it out again.
— i.First warm day. Sat outside until my hands smelled like the metal of the chair. Nothing to report. That's the report.
— i.some pages are missing on purpose
collections
blind boxes
37 opened, 3 duplicates, 1 chase
stationery
japanese gel pens, 0.38 only
perfume
iris, dust, cold skin
matcha ware
one chipped bowl I refuse to replace
film stock
expired portra hoarding problem
hotel keys
rooms I'll never sleep in twice
wishlist
clipped, not boughta contax t2 I will never afford
the green cardigan from that scene
one perfect ceramic cup
tickets, anywhere, march
a desk by a window
the out-of-print photobook
silver hair clips, 6 of them
DREAMGIRLS
women from films I've never stopped thinking about, filed like museum specimens, described badly on purpose.
None of them are real and all of them taught me how to leave a room.
ARCHIVE
everything else · 1,204 items · mostly nonsensebus ticket, 04:12
a song I can't name
someone's grocery list
chipped nail polish, 'oxblood'
screenshot: 3% battery
hotel room 214
the smell of a photocopier
half a conversation
found polaroid, two strangers
birthday candle, unlit
receipt: 1 coffee, 1 pastry
wet pavement, streetlight
voice memo, 11 seconds
a torn map of nowhere
sticker from a fruit
blurry moon, march
keycard, still works
note: 'call her back'
keep going, it's messier down here
made by ivy · hand-cut, hand-taped · best viewed at 2am
no cookies, no newsletter, no plan
thanks for reading my whole room. put the lamp out when you leave. ✶