“I cannot help but isolate myself, and so I am aware that I will be apologizing constantly for the rest of my life; it is a horrible feeling.”
— Emilie Autumn, from The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
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Love Begins
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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“I cannot help but isolate myself, and so I am aware that I will be apologizing constantly for the rest of my life; it is a horrible feeling.”
— Emilie Autumn, from The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
“Will you stay with me and belong to no one else? With a hand on my wound, I agree.”
— Marina Tsvetaeva, from On a Red Horse (tr. by Elaine Feinstein)
Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
Margaret Atwood, from “There Are Better Ways of Doing This”
“I want to be eaten alive. I want / to feel wanted.”
— Elisabeth Hewer, from “Wanting,” Wishing for Birds (via 89words)
“I thought I understood your longing—it looked so much like mine.”
— Rebecca Lindenberg, excerpt of “Love, An Index”, from Love, An Index (via antigonick)
Jennifer Saunders, from “Wait a Second, Let Me Write It Down”
“You’re always you, and that don’t change, and you’re always changing, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
— Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
concept playlists pt. 3
pt. 1 pt. 2
honeysuckle at midnight: moonlight over a secret garden, persephone eating pomegranate seeds, poppy flowers on the bank of the lethe, and magic woven into the ivy vines and trees
good grief: whatever your grieving, a loved one, who you used to be, the last episode of your favorite show, these songs will hold you as you cry
si, amore mio?: the italian countryside, forgotten love notes, the sound of a typewriter, the taste of honey on your tongue, and of course the peaches
too close to the sun: icarus and apollo are lovers and that is all :)
stressed bisexual: for when you’re all bi yourself
what’s your damage?: no real concept here just a compilation of songs I thought had the similar vibe of fun, confused, and kind of over it. best listened to in a denny’s- the realm of chaos and revelry.
sapphics under the moon: for all my sapphics yearning to run free in the woods with artemis under the moonlight, tender and hedonistic in the best way.
parisian heist: femme fatale meets academia and the desire to give art back to the people with a righteous rage.
divine love: gothic cathedrals echoing with the voices of dead saints and your love for the person you swear was church because no one else ever made yoh feel so holy.
sad speakeasy hours: cue memories of your past lover and life's tragedies as you slam another bill down and take the entire bottle as you stumble home to the sound of soft jazz.
highway lights, endless nights: you live in a small town and don't quite know what you're doing with your life, but some nights you're infinite as you cruise down the highway or travel the world from your bedroom.
très cool: french songs for all the baguettes out there,,
give up on your dreams and die: for the go-getters having trouble getting their go. a shit ton of nostalgic songs that make me feel sad and existential.
Carl Phillips, from “Radiance Versus Ordinary Light”
“I walk away when I can’t stand being near you any longer, knowing that if you touch me again I might burn up in the cold air. I never told you anything important about myself but if you had asked, if you had paused to listen, I would have said: my dreams take place in the rainy season.”
— — Nina Mingya Powles, from “Falling City,” Magnolia, 木蘭
Anne Carson, excerpt from “Elektra” from An Oresteia by Sophocles
january #2, s.t.
“I loved you – and maybe love still smoulders in my heart;”
— Alexander Pushkin, from “I loved you”; The Penguin Book of Russian Poetry (ed. by Robert Chandler, Irina Mashinski, Boris Dralyuk)