she’s just playing it cool, but she’s lying - what the mysterious love interest in an indie movie would listen to

oh to be at such peace - playlist inspired by @etherea1ity‘spost

i swear i’m cool. - songs that i think are objectively good; i put this on to convince my friends my taste in music is better than it actually is

wine drunk, swaying in the living room - mostly old songs or some that have the same vibe, a strange sort of cheerful melancholy

i have loved you. i have had to deal with that. - these songs remind me that love is out there and that even if it hurts sometimes i crave it more than anything

pulvis et umbra sumus. - a dark academia aesthetic playlist

don’t call me nice - when a nice person finally goes feral

requested by @shadowalicegonemad

songs to listen to while baking, dancing around the kitchen with someone you love

christmas playlists

i don’t like christmas music - pretty self-explanatory title, i don’t like the classics, so i made my own playlist. nice tunes, either about christmas, or just songs that sound like how christmas feels

fuck your holiday joy - for when im tired of the whole thing

groovy - do my lil dancey dance

just a little wicked - songs to make you feel like a villain

this is what pure love sounds like - a playlist.

angry women supremacy - if a man looks at you kick him in the teeth

i want to be monstrous. i want to be desired. - being a woman is performance art

(title from @bea-sides’s post)

When Sweet Violets Sicken, a playlist by Brandon Marlo on Spotify

Music, when Soft Voices die

(Percy Bysshe Shelley)

MUSIC, when soft voices die,

Vibrates in the memory;

Odours, when sweet violets sicken,

Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,

Are heap’d for the beloved’s bed;

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,

Love itself shall slumber on.

songs for cleansing yourself in the light of a full moon 

for those evenings when the rain is drizzling and the fire is crackling and all you can think about is pulling your nana’s knitted quilt around your shoulders and pulling out your lovers annotated copy of the iliad 

the remedy to sadness always lies in the dewy forest leaves of your local mountain range, preferably in forks, washington but your hometown can suffice 

hang twine decorated with glass beads by your door and have incense spread silkily through your house. be the eccentric old soul living five miles away from the main town and have rumours spread around regarding your spell-work  

only swaggy people can listen to these tunes… 

you’re the unusual and misunderstood (yet overly bubbly) love interest in an early 2010s anti-romance movie. you frequent the coffee shop below your apartment complex and read obscure french literature in the hopes that someone will fall in love with you from afar. they never do. 

growing old hurts more when the neighbourhood you’ve grown up in changes right before your eyes 

the world is finally ending and your sworn enemy has asked you to dance. you take their hand and fall into a simple waltz as everything surrounding you goes up in blindingly beautiful rose flames 

pov: you’re the angsty older brother in a summer coming-of-age story who plays the drums, wears eyeliner, and always calls the protagonist a dweeb 

songs for kinning an angry white man and punching a hole in the wall 

you’re thirteen and you’re currently watching slc punk on your friends parents old telly. you don’t have much going for you but, in that moment, you feel inspired. absolutely no one is surprised to see you with blue hair the next day. 

do you relate to the mother-daughter dynamic presented in the 2017 film entitled ‘lady bird’ or are you mentally stable? 

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pretending to be the main character in a low-budget early 2000s indie film is definitely not the greatest coping mechanism but it sure as hell does make me feel on top of the world when i manage to romanticise grocery shopping 

slow dancing songs for saturday evenings 

songs to get you through the treacherous holiday season <3 

not to be a manic pixie dream girl but sometimes all you want is to listen to the cure on an mp3 whilst wistfully staring out of the train windows, fingers wrapped around a book of existentialist poetry. you do not intend to read it. 

soundtrack for wandering around your abandoned childhood neighbourhood 

the audial manifestation of what i believe it would feel like to fall from heaven 

for moments when all you crave is to turn back time and revert back to those years where seemingly nothing mattered but everything was exhilarating  

debilitating intrusive thoughts but make them ~groovy~ 

songs reminiscent of coming of age films but instead of a coming of age film it’s an unwatched four-hour-long lecture i need to watch for a class i hate  

one of those rare holiday playlists that don’t contain michael bubles entire discography BUT still has enough festive cheer to get you through December 

halloween is around the corner time to yearn <3 

enby’s have five moods (absolutely no more than five): despise chest, engage in a slightly homoerotic sword fight with your mortal enemy, love chest, tattoo generic my chemical romance lyrics on thigh with sewing needle, and buy taxidermy rats in clown costumes off the black market 

how many souls do i need to destroy before the devil finally rewards me with tickets to the local halloween haunted house? that’s all i want. just one visit. 

sometimes i delude myself into believing i’m as cool as dorian gray but then i sit down, breathe, and realise if anything, i would be basil hallward. basically i’m broke, immensely gay, and deeply in love with someone who doesn’t love me 

sitting in a cemetery pretending to be a cool goth teen from the 1980s but really just being someone the townspeople write cryptic horror stories about