concept playlists!!

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[madeyedmood]

awfully niche (and possibly cursed) playlists 

the precise energy you would expect from an abandoned radio station in the middle of the desert following a global apocalypse 

for the bastards and the cryptics, here’s some garbage to summon the ghosts of your middle school english teachers past to at three in the morning 

john mulaney. 

the soundtrack that was playing in the background of one dream i had months ago in which i was falling in love with some lesbian mechanic living nextdoor 

staying at your friends grandmas seaside holiday house but the blankets scratch you all night and there isn’t a single room devoid of haunted dolls 

songs that make you feel like the human reincarnation of fallingfalling.com

tunes to play for your grieving family as they lower you into the ground, absolutely mortified by your amusing song requests

collection of songs which i believe should be eternally banned from being played over usa high school speakers. i’m not wrong. 

you know those awful sets of twins who continue to say “twinning” all the time despite how much dread it brings everyone around them. yeah, that. 

ever want to feel like the love of your life and yourself are in two rival mafia families competing with one another? then take a gander at these three songs 

[madeyedmood]

quarantine mixtapes <3

we grew up adoring those dystopian teenage apocalypse films yet we neglected to prepare ourselves for if those deserted towns became our beloved reality. now we’ve become protagonists in a plot we cannot fathom. though our philosophy remains the same as always; as long as we find a way to maintain our aesthetics then everyone should be able to get through it

you reside in a tightly-knit rural town beside the seashore with your family. as you are currently on the cusp of abandoning your childhood, you try and hold onto everything perfect and beautiful for just a little while longer. before it ends.

firstly i fell for the version my friends cherished, always ensuring to include your name when reciting obnoxiously exaggerated tales. however, i managed to fall even further when you sat ahead of me in fourth period each thursday evening throughout junior year. i liked the way you discretely whispered the answers to save me from appearing foolish in front of the class.

death is the mother of beauty because beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. quite the contrary, genuine beauty is always quite alarming

summer, with its tender beauty has crept into our lives once again. hailing a new era for bruised knees and sunburnt cheeks and prolonged nights falling drunk on the beach the night after graduation. here’s to the bicycle rides and the melted ice cream marks that will stain our youths with purpose.

[lovestruckmoon]

concept playlists

a gentle outstretched hand reaches for your palm, twirling you around your kitchen in the hidden hours of the early morning, only for the moment to end in a chorus of sweet-tempered chuckles shared solely with those precious animals tucked behind the nearby willow trees

perhaps this moment in particular, with the breeze biting unforgivingly at your exposed skin, wasn’t the greatest time to notice the absence of your treasured winter coat, likely discarded somewhere worrisome. mindlessly noting the inconvenience, you pursue walking with purpose in each step as you move swiftly towards the building towards the back, an ideal location for practising ancient tongues and placing curses on old friends turned foes

dance with me out on the edge of neptune and gaze out upon the endless expanse of the cosmos before your eyes, an illuminated array of moonbeams aligned within the darkness 

adolescence has become a distant memory now so instead of drinking apple juice whilst watching cartoons before anyone else awoke, now it’s easier to get tipsy at breakfast as not to suddenly remember what used to be

the year is 1983 and you’ve been up since dawn with the gang debating the validity of various classic teenage ghost stories but now that you’re all worn out it’s time to take a trip to the top of the town hill, taking in the features for the last time before you all set off in different directions in the pursuit of adventure

[madeyedmood]

passing moments concepts!

destined to be together were they but be as it may, each moment they shared was fleeting, fading away in an instant as they would pass by one another, never to meet until the time was right once again

point your remote towards the screen and click out of the dreadful news station, move towards one of those late-night music programs where you can dance about with reckless abandon across your living room without a single thought being occupied by tragedies and poor weather forecasts 

songs that give off the vibe of living in the same motel-styled apartment complex in the middle of nowhere as a hot lesbian mechanic with plants overflowing out of her door, something you notice when you visit her to ask to be shown how to change a tire 

those moving boxes by the corner, yeah those ones right there, are the emptiest things to enter this apartment as of yet. i didn’t think i would have much baggage moving away and it turns out i was right, as proven by me sitting in the centre of an unfurnished apartment block with nothing to keep me company but my bedazzled cd player from when i was ten and four anonymous discs 

when the whole world has just been decimated in the apocalypse, it really doesn’t matter who you befriend. even if you happen to be a strappy gen z kid with a passion for anarchy and your new sidekick is a tired millennial

in the real world, halloween is when kids dress up and beg for candy. but in girl world, halloween is the one time of year a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girl can say anything about it

watching the world pass by seems to be far lovelier when you’re gazing out of the backseat window, staring at each building as they pass by. it’s almost like a scene straight out of a film, all you’d need to include is a suitable soundtrack

[lovestruckmoon]

concept playlists!

we carved our names into the weeping willow behind the creek, the only place either of us knew where no one would think to look for the pair of us after we took off the night prior, desperate for a taste of autonomy 

the soundtrack reserved for those moments in which, even before they come to a close, you long to return to. those rare moments when the world seems too big yet not so large as to be completely unconquerable 

first, i fell in love with the version of you my friends recalled in their tales of misfortune and dumb luck but i somehow fell even further when you sat beside me in fourth-period science class because, as much as you claimed to be inconvenienced by my presence, you still laughed at my stupid jokes 

all of my summer nights were spent at the top of the town hill beside you, looking down upon the identical rows of houses and rolling our eyes in dismay at the dullness lurking within each street. perhaps we could go back to being us again, i miss those cigarette-filled evenings, they made me feel invincible 

[madeyedmood]

strangely specific concept playlists

looking right at her, where she was unhurriedly swaying beneath the moonlight to the mellifluous sounds of those weeping willow branches, made me understand why those greek poets, all those years ago, were so insistent that romance is something to be desired above all else

i want a love written like the gentle words in classical prose, delicately crafted to elicit those emotions embedded deep within a person. a love often reflected in the coruscating shimmer found when the pearls around one’s neck are greeted with the beams of evening sunlight. a love like no other, far too hypnotic to be considered comparable.

never have you looked more beautiful than you do right now with the street lights framing your face and that soft smile across your cheeks, the vision of easy morning drives through town as you look outwards upon your own world

right before dusk when the sun is still suspended, there’s a moment in time where the world begins to slow. perhaps these are those seconds in time some people choose to forget, however, the ocean continuously fails to abandon those prized memories where the laughs are all collectively a little louder

unlike your fellow teenagers, forced to endure the dreariness of this town, you’ve made an executive decision to press down a little harder on your accelerator in a prolonged attempt to abandon suburbia in the pursuit of the kind of freedom only found along the shores of the far west coast

dance with me out on the edge of neptune and gaze out upon the endless expanse of the cosmos before your eyes, an illuminated array of moonbeams aligned within the darkness

[madeyedmood]

even more concept playlists <3

i too, like a character from a wes anderson film, wish for nothing but a gentle escape from my reality, for a chance to run off into the woods with the love of my life until our legs burn and we reach a field of wildflowers situated below the most picturesque sunset visible to our mortal eyes

the time is well past midnight and whilst you don’t want to leave the party entirely, you need a moment of rest as you sit outside on your best friends parents patio listening to the violent thump of the music muffled through the glass screen door

perhaps there is more to life than late nights huddled under an itchy blanket on your family couch but, if we really are being honest, is there anything more comforting than that though?

here is a cordial invitation to join me and the gang by the coastline pier where we can skate across the boardwalk and steal ice cream right out of the plethora of stands lined along the shore 

the summer, as always, approaches slowly yet with little warning before the heat overtakes suburbia and it’s golden rays begin to entice vibrant flowers out of their buds and into the warmth of the day, that same warmth that melts ice cream down your fingertips as you walk barefoot across the burning concrete

despite the fact i managed to drunkenly confess my love to you last saturday without reciprocation here you are, still being nice to be whilst i absentmindedly tug at your sweatshirt

gazing across the abandoned factory in which you sit atop empty crates, you accidentally make eye contact with the ghost that watched the world turn to ruins. their stare is somewhat vacant but the way they wrap their non-existent arms around your bruised torso in a slow waltz to the vintage tunes playing between the radio silence makes you feel more alive than you did shooting at those bastard runaways 

[madeyedmood]

hi from a fellow playlist blog :D do you have any alternative/rock/indie guitar jams with female vocals? i'm trying to expand my collection of them :D thank u

this one right here embodies that kind of unabashed rage you feel when you’re either; an eleven-year-old girl stomping around in your driveway after watching one (1) too many avril lavigne music videos OR when you’ve laced up your doc martens and have chosen to go on a drive that will probably lead to you punching the steering wheel at some point 

this one, on the other hand, is not my own but the playlist belongs to the lovely @concept-mixtape whose music taste is reminiscent of falling asleep on a summer evening in a field of flowers (and the vocals are all female so it goes even harder)

[madeyedmood]

reject those expectations

half of the film rolls scattered around my room are filled with photos of you and half the time my mind can’t seem to get thoughts of you out of my head but that’s just what friends do, right?

it’s time to reject your role in society; to stop fretting about becoming the ideal daughter or the perfect student and start abandoning your old self in the pursuit of true freedom. you might still live under your parent’s roof but there is something exhilarating hidden within a bottle of vibrant hair dye or even within the sizing tags of those obscure pieces of clothing you wish to wear. life is too damn short to be the same person for the whole ride so shake it up a little bit 

at first, i thought you sucked because of your stupid pencil spinning and how you’d scowl at me whenever the volume of my breathing reached beyond your preferred level but then i came to know you and i realised that you really aren’t that bad…not bad at all 

towards the centre of our town is a graveyard where, in the depths of the thickened bushes, lay the emptied pockets of two broke teenagers, one ouija board with a dainty crack through the centre of the word ‘yes’, and six smashed bottles of stolen liquor that were once used for inexplainable purposes 

the soundtrack for those moments in time where everything seems to be alright because, well, who would be able to complain about life when you’re sitting in the living room of your best friends house with your favourite people watching movies that will definitely evoke a nightmare or two whilst you all shove your faces with the equivalent amount of junk food they teach you not to intake in every damn health class 

i have the whole summer to look at your ugly face but right now all i want is to hold your dumb hand and watch the sunrise over our stupid school gym before we turn our backs on this shitty place forever

it’s a little lonesome but at least comfort can be found in the soft beams of light peeking through the curtains or the worn pages of a childhood novel or in the amusing scenes of a treasured film

[concept-mixtape]

concept playlists <3

you’re slow dancing at the end of the world in a field of wildflowers waiting for the darkness to consume you & you’re choking on violet smoke but the world is so beautiful

it’s judgement day & you’ve been sentenced to an eternity in the sixth circle of hell, your new home is a flaming crypt & satans eyes look like black holes but you want to crawl inside them

you wake up wrapped in gossamer & abandoned in a sun drenched clearing & your head is throbbing but your body is singing

buzzed & melancholic driving home from a party with your best friend and shouting lyrics out the window into the cool air & the empty streets while the streetlights twinkle like faux stars

road-tripping through the summer with your best friend to find yourselves with the help of cherry cola & 70s music & the wide open road but falling in love instead

it’s 5:39 am on a friday & you were woken by the patter of rain at your window, soft grey light filters through your curtain & your chest is bursting with melancholy

summer is stretching out forever in this foreign town & you’re bored out of your mind but that girl is staring & something stirs in your chest & you can feel your freckled cheeks blush

you blink & suddenly you’re groggy & confused in a place you don’t recognise & you swear you saw something move out the corner of your eye & you only just noticed the unearthly screams coming from behind the fireplace

your lover left for good & now you cry yourself to sleep on your rooftop watching the sun set in black and white with the taste of cigarettes and cheap wine in your mouth

you’re dancing manically at midnight with monsters in a graveyard & you’re not exactly sure how you got there but you’re not mad about it

xtra: gen z indie kid / amortentia

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escapes for when you feel anxious

exploring a flowery town with cute villagers 

drinking a milkshake in an empty diner at 3am

real life that feels dreamlike

cute sunflower field dates

in love with the universe

softest love songs 

living inside an 80s tv show

drinking tea on a cozy raining morning

you’re an angsty teen in a coming-of-age film

summer road trip in the west coast

vacation in san francisco 

living in an old French film

stargazing and contemplating the meaning of life

late night drives in a 90’s movie

watching a pink sunset over the beach with your best friend

going to the beach in a camper van in 1960′s california

falling asleep on the moon

city lights at midnight

remembering someone else’s memories like they’re your own

wandering the avenues of vintage new york city

being the guardian of a snowy forest

exploring an art museum

eating fruit in a small italian seaside town

[madeyedmood]

let's shock the world

this post is dedicated to the abnormally high number of coming-of-age playlists that i am the proud maker of, i hope you enjoy!

oh how disappointing our reality is once compared to the beating hearts of small-town teenagers on the big screens yet, with a functional stereo, the aesthetic is within our grasp

hello friend it’s me, charlie kelmeckis, and last year was quite possibly the beholder of the worst 365 days to ever exist but, in spite of that, it is my pleasure to announce that this coming year i’m going to abandon the rules 

dancing across the kitchen tiles of your best friends house at practically ungodly hours in the morning is arguably the only valid method to curing yourself of a heavy depressive episode 

i’m just saying, i wouldn’t be entirely opposed to the idea of trashing the school hallways tonight but i just think it’d be a better use of our time if we were to just be normal kids and go rollerskating or something 

it’s summer holidays and the only plans that have been made include twilight walks through the town and gazing at the night sky from the passenger seat of a stolen ice-cream van 

welcome to the hell that is the teenage years. don’t stress though because, before you know it, you’ll find your place in this anarchy-ridden society and with that, you’ll peak along with the rest of your class 

unlike the other kids your age, you refuse to listen to anything released after 1989; deciding instead to walk the halls clad in vintage boots, adorned in clunky headphones, and humming along to a tune only the oldest of staff members are able to remember

hey girl if you’re free later meet me and my friends behind the primary school where we can develop nicotine addictions together whilst listening to alex turner sing about the leftover fragments of his broken heart

it’s strange to think about how vivid life can be for the extras in a movie scene. that’s me though, the kid that walks briskly and solemnly in the background whilst the lead boldly pronounces yet another fantastic plan, my thoughts equally as prominent yet hidden somewhere in the distance

my mum forced my sister to lend me her car for the day so, before she follows through on her promise to murder us, let’s drive across town and embark on a journey of afternoon self-discovery incited by actions that can only be conducted by stupid teenagers 

perhaps the fondest memories, or at least the ones that don’t involve scraped knees and broken hearts, are the ones that occur in the shifty glow of three pm when the world seems to have halted apart from the people you’re with

this story that i’m about to tell doesn’t have a happy ending nor does it have a happy middle or a happy beginning, in fact, it’s rather plain. however, i believe that it’s stories like this that need to be told as a way to comfort the masses in the normalcy of our lives, a way to acquaint them to the television static

being a stereotypical gen z kid may seem hard but all you need is a wannabe anarchist attitude, some clothes that have the capacity to force your aunty into early cardiac arrest, and enough energy to run away from all authority figures 

[madeyedmood]

the end of the world

your teenage years have failed to meet your anticipation as you embrace the nothingness, the emptiness, and the heartbreak that seems to strike you across the chest at five o’clock in the evening each sunday

walking into your seven am lecture you take a sip from your mug of steaming black coffee before briefly analysing the case presented for the classes next assignment. great, another murder

the listlessness you have surrounding the concept of reality is almost too much to handle so you do it. you run away with nothing but the clothes on your back and a stolen credit card, ready to take up a life on the run from those bastard cops. i hope you like the taste of cheap diner coffeee and vending machine snacks because that’s your life now

‘it’s official, high school teachers are the spawn of satan’ you mutter as you rush out of that godforsaken classroom, away from the frauds and the cheats, and away from the chaotic whirlwind that is teenagers

[madeyedmood]

pick ‘n’ mix

the year is 1986; you’ve just gotten out of class and you’re skating down the heated pavement towards your friend’s house to set up the party of the year with stolen booze and crinkled cups and dancing shoes

the world is so dull and numbing that you’ve decided to adopt a life on the run. soon your world consists entirely of gas stations and minor crime and the repetitive sounds of feet hitting the pavement in a hurried sprint

you’ve received a cordial invitation from your nan to spend the upcoming long weekend in the turret of her lighthouse and, after only a moment, your bags are packed and placed neatly by the door. although not for long, your life has become a whirlwind of wistful staring out along the great horizon, picnicking in the garden for afternoon tea, reading against the worn windowsill, and walks by the shoreline at dawn each day

a lone gen z kid is stranded in their bedroom mindlessly scrolling through tik tok, occasionally exhaling a breath of laughter at the clever joke or impressive transition. it’s times like this where life is simple and the ever-growing abyss of responsibilities melts under unique, abstract teenage humour

[madeyedmood]

whispering willows

beyond the clearing and through the forests and to the left of the ebbing river lies a home. in this home, the windows are shielded by an overgrown garden, seemingly abandoned but tended to every morn by the same woman who is responsible for the ever-present scent of fresh bread and rose tea that weaves itself into the spring air 

a day can never truly be considered good if you need to think about it for more than a moment. a day is good when the sounds of laughter continue to bubble up in the midst of conversation when your joints feel silky and rested when you dance through your room without a care for anything but the haphazard movement of your hips

it’s your senior year and despite how tightly the urge to abandon the stress of finals in the pursuit of freedom, you remain seated at the same desk you’ve drawn atop of at since the age of 15 whilst rolling your eyes fondly at your friends antics 

the summer breeze is warm against your skin, burning into your exposed flesh and carving it’s memory into your soul as if a means to hold onto the morning surfs and those ever-so-profound twilight rooftop conversations that seem to be slipping away faster than the retreating sunlight

the witching hour is approaching as you run through the woods with blood-stained palms and an enchanting silhouette of tulle casting haunting shadows across your cheek. here you are, at this ungodly hour, one with the earth beneath your soles, with the spirits that stroll the overgrown pathways, and one with your coven

[madeyedmood]

sugared minds

beyond the cascading willow branches lies a wonderland laced with such magnificence that its existence is unfathomable even to those who happen to stumble upon the velvety clearings 

in a submissive battle against consciousness, you surrender to your daily tasks in favour of staring mindlessly at the clouds above as your mind focuses on the dull beating of your heart playing atop muted television static 

driving in the early hours of the a.m. you press your forehead against the chilled glass, your eyelids growing heavier as the blurred city lights pass by in swift flickers

[madeyedmood]

the riotous youth

schools a fucking drag, your parents have publically dubbed you the family disappointment, and the only decent thing about this goddamn soulless town is the skatepark ticked behind the for-hire concert bar

the entirety of your life has been perfect posture and family portraits and good grades but that was before you jeans got torn up and well before you stumbled across the music that made your heart pump, your speakers roar, and your neighbours come rushing to your porch to reiterate previous complaints

for those moments where all you want to do is get off the world and scream aimlessly into the void until your lungs burn out but your chest is aching because of the wounded feeling deep within your soul that has an affinity for inciting fury and pain

the punk scene swept the nation long before your teenage years but what’s life without a little throwback rebellion anyways? what’s life without a little rage?

world war three is rolling around and it’s time. time to strap yourself in for the journey ahead, to holster your guns, to button up your uniform, and to forget about all the mistakes you’re copying