when you want to be slutty but catholicism has repressed your sexuality (okay YEAH half of it is hozier and sufjan stevens, is anyone surprised?)
i’m sad and i need to fucking cry because i’ve been repressing my emotions my entire life
i’m so emotionally drained and i need a breath of fresh air. all about that healing, luv
i’m dealing with a toxic breakup and BOY OH BOY do i need to process it
the perfect playlist to slow-dance to in an open, empty field
i don’t regret loving you, but wow do i ever fucking miss you. you are my musical leitmotif; everything reminds me of you... of us.
I’M SO AFRAID OF COMMITMENT
summer fling turned sour (it’s entirely in french, though)
i miss you and i promise i won’t ever forget you. (basically if shakespeare’s sonnet no. 55 was ever made into a playlist)
feelin’ absolutely BUCK-WILD tonight! the sun is gone, it’s pitch black, and all i want to do is scream in exhilaration! wow, i'm really feeling that night-time rush. is this how teens in movies feel?
a comprehensive wlw playlist featuring soft, yearning emotions, to anger, to sadness... truly an entire spectrum
Bad Bitch Bangerz
i’m gay and i’m in love with my roommate, but he’s sending me mixed signals and i don’t know what to do (truly any mlm who’s loved a confusing boy will be able to relate to it)
imagine how things could have been if we were still together and i didn’t run away
bitch, i’m a CRAB
things are changing and i’m alright with that
is it simply that the stresses and strains of a long-distance relationship are taking their toll?
I LOVE MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!
stuck in a painting
they’re best listened to in order since i’m a nerd and i like it when my playlists make sense, sonically and in terms of narrative. also every image in my spotify were all taken by me! (yes, i have rainbow finger hands,,,,,,)
feel better; it’s been a long week, not moving from your permanently dark bedroom, your phone forgotten under the bed with a hundred missed messages, but you’re finally opening your eyes and seeing a sliver of early morning sunlight filter in behind the curtains that a mysterious breeze blew open.
daisy chains; it’s late spring or early summer and you’re dozing with your best friends in the grass, the slow and peaceful brush of the warm breeze keeping you in that state of just waking from a pleasant dream.
songs to run away to; you’re packing an overnight bag and taking the first bus out of the city. you’re not exactly running away, but you don’t plan on coming back. all you know is that your only goal is to keep on running.
classical jams; it’s your fancy neighbour’s annual ball held in their gothic castle and you’re getting turnt to tchaikovsky while very deliberately disappointing your parents who wanted you to use the occasion to find an upstanding suitor.
dark academia but it slaps; vague fuck the school system vibes, doing stupid shit with your close friends, caffeinated all-nighters, a chaotic gleam in your eye as you throw paper planes made from your essays out of the highest window in campus, not knowing if your friend really did commit murder. in this household we don’t take ourselves too seriously.