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A Midsummer Dream of Her Own

This playlist began as a fascination and slowly became a compass. A collection of songs for fairy queens and wandering princesses, moonlit groves and secret courts, Renaissance gardens and enchanted woods. Music that feels like dew on rose petals, silver crowns, distant bells, candlelit banquets, and the brief moment before dawn when magic still lingers in the air.

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An enchanted royal court hidden deep within the woods. A midsummer dream. A love letter to myth, longing, femininity, and the enduring magic of being alive.

anaisterr

And I too, have fallen for an ass at some point or another

A Midsummer Dream of Her Own

This playlist began as a fascination and slowly became a compass. A collection of songs for fairy queens and wandering princesses, moonlit groves and secret courts, Renaissance gardens and enchanted woods. Music that feels like dew on rose petals, silver crowns, distant bells, candlelit banquets, and the brief moment before dawn when magic still lingers in the air.

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An enchanted royal court hidden deep within the woods. A midsummer dream. A love letter to myth, longing, femininity, and the enduring magic of being alive.

goofjanstevens

"It’s a reminder that we all were children, and in some ways we’re still children. We live and grow and life devastates us and then we die. This album seems to be a celebration of that process. What’s really remarkable about digging through the archive photos is there is so much life to celebrate in spite of this material being all about death."

-Sufjan Stevens, Interview with Vulture (2025)