[hoardingplaylists]

Tag list!!

[immortalzealous]

Book playlist for Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid as told by @taylorswift

“I'm bisexual. Don't ignore half of me so you can fit me in a box”

“When you dig just the tiniest bit beneath the surface, everyone's love life is original and interesting and nuanced and defies any easy definition.”

“It’s not wrong,” Celia said. “It shouldn’t be wrong, to love you. How can it be wrong?”

“It’s not wrong, sweetheart. It’s not,” I said. “They’re wrong.”

“And it will be the tragedy of my life that I cannot love you enough to make you mine. That you cannot be loved enough to be anyone’s.”

“I loved you so much that I thought you were the meaning of my life....I thought that people were put on earth to find other people, and I was put here to find you. To find you and touch your skin and smell your breath and hear all your thoughts. But I don't want to be meant for someone like you.”

“I spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much I loved her.”

[mediaesthetics]

concept playlists;

you live in a dystopian society where the poor keep getting poorer and the rich keep getting richer. you’re impoverished, starving, and tired–you’ve had enough. you round up a group of friends and call yourselves the free voice. you guys successfully overthrow the abusive powers, but in the midst of it all, you might just abuse the newfound power yourself.

it’s 1964 and your lgbtq+ lover just broke up with you. deep down, you know it’s for the best, but you still can’t stop crying. your mom comes into your room and asks what’s wrong. you come up with some lie, but you know that’s not quite what happened, is it?

after way too many months of school and work, it’s finally summer. you feel kind of happy and it’s weird. you’re not supposed to feel happy, are you? why do you even feel happy in the first place? you don’t know. but it doesn’t really matter. you just soak in the sun and enjoy this peace.

in search of some air conditioning on a hot day, you walk into a museum. you’re breathtaken. not only is it super cool in here, but it’s beautiful. you find yourself captivated by everything.

[caffeineaddictedsociety]

Tag yourself as my aesthetic playlists

or view the masterlist of my playlists here

instrumental music probably for revision or just a pretentious day

giving bashful cheek kisses to the marble statues that stand poised along the walls of the museum, adorning your body in pearls and opals, pouring out heart felt emotions into cream typewriters, battered brogues paired with cream socks

songs for dancing around your room to in the middle of the night 

oversized hoodies acting like artificial cottoned clouds, neon fairy lights that blur your room into a bowl of hardboiled sweets, artificial plants making each alcove feel closer to outdoors, winking at the quiet boy that naps on the moon

lol i’m probably crying

opal gems glistening on your cheek bones, strolling city streets with wind dusted cheeks, sweating in exhaustion wrapped in fleeced blankets, melted thoughts at the sight of sunsets

if driving around in spring was a playlist

hopeful romances fizzing on the tip of your tongue, gentle breezes brushing against your skin, fields drenched in yellow shades of marigold and ochre, light wash denim jacket 

makeshift mirrors

curling up with the pages of another world, the sweet and spiced scent of coffee teasing your sense, hand-knitted bobbled blankets in jewel tones, dew scattered mornings and silver pricked nights

songs that make you feel like you’re in an indie movie

cycling into the watercolour sky surrounded by gleefully beating hearts, dancing around your room in a frenzy, adrenaline drenched first kisses under spitting shrapnel, golden road trips with your best friends

i’m sorry to say but it’s 2020

corduroy flares embellished with bright stripes or unorganised polka dots, gossip phone calls wrapping the wire around your finger, catching unforgettable moment on film, smoking under the opal moon

did donna tartt make this?

oversized tweed jackets re-patched with scraps and left overs, mugs of obsidian coffee burning your throat in familiar comfort, splashes of crimson wine on white flowing shirts, the clacking of typewriters

lost in the woods

thick slices of bread and cheese shared with nosey toads, clumps of moss reworked as pillows, gnawing faces set into the trunks of trees, wild berries swirling sweetness on your tongue

songs that sound like the falling point of a movie

running along concrete with lukewarm lamp posts guiding your way, the overwhelming saltiness of a tsunami weeping hearts with dying vines, the soul dropping realisation of the truth

help, i think i’m falling in love

subtly reaching for someone else’s hand your heart exploding in brightened sparks and endless embers, deeply fuelled grabs and kisses, excitement fuelled happy dances in your bedroom, feeling like luck has come and kisses your nose

i’d rather be at indie thursdays

dark wash denim jackets stained in abstract stains of various alcohols, losing your voice under the blinding lights of a concert, giggling through burning shots, sifting through vinyls in town

[playlist-alchemist]

playlists to listen to when...

you wish you could live aesthetically like those tiktoks

you don’t know whether you actually love them or not

you are moving away or feeling homesick

you miss luke hemming’s lip ring

you reminisce (and cringe) about middle school

you want to scream the lyrics in the car with your friends

you’re at a rave or the bratz fashion pixiez rave

you’re in love with that edgy skaterboy aka marcus baker

[hardoncaulfield]

concept playlists bc I love this idea

you’re a space pirate captain but it’s also the 80′s and you’re wearing glam rock trousers and a billowing shirt. Some freaky aliens just boarded your ship but it’s okay because they’re here to party

You’re in a post apocalyptic version of the wild west. You stumble across a dusty townscape and into a saloon bar. You are a black hatted, spurs wearing, gun toting assassin. The chatter goes silent as you darken the doorstep. You sling your electric laser pistol across the bar and demand a whiskey

You study English lit or history at Oxford University. You wear tweed and waistcoats and it’s inexplicably always autumn. Everyone thinks you’re really pretentious but really you’re just trying to get over the death of your best friend who drowned in the river and who you had feelings for but never got to tell them

You are an ageless vampire or maybe a ghost and you spend your days wafting around your castle. You fling yourself down on a red velvet day bed in despair. You’re sad and drinking wine in the dark and you want to wallow for a while to miserable tunes while reading poetry and thinking about your dead lover 

It’s 3am and it’s raining and maybe you’re in a car or at a fast food restaurant but nothing seems quite solid. You think perhaps the lady you just spoke to was your guardian angel but maybe she wasn’t even real and maybe you aren’t either

[winterblues]

concept playlists part ii

it’s the year 2077 & you’re at a nightclub in tokyo with your best friend, you’re both on the run from a group of rebels but you feel safe in this little neon corner of nowhere so when a robot waiter offers you a strawberry daiquiri you accept it you’re a tourist on mars & you’re trying to contact home but the signal is really crappy so you just end up buying yourself an icecream sundae & waiting in this strange alien queue to buy an interstellar sim card you’re in a small virginian town that was wiped off the map several years ago housesitting for a mysterious neighbor when you find a secret passageway in their library, you have no idea where it leads but you’re curious to take a look  you’re in victorian england & you’re walking down a path adorned with the warm aureate glow of gaslights & it’s snowing softly & you have your hands buried deep in your coat pockets while somewhere in the distance, someone announces that the queen is dead you meet god at a gas station at 3.03 am & he asks you if you want to go for a motorcycle ride with him & when you say yes he warns you that he’s about to introduce you to things you can never unknow 

you’re in love with a ghost who shows up in all your household mirrors & keeps turning off the kitchen light but one night you realize that you’re the one that’s been doing all the haunting  it’s a rehab centre for celestial beings, where angels with dying halos flitter past & talk to you of stars, you love working this job, learning about the woes of a dozen flighty beings, & they endow you with their strength & light in return you’re stuck in a time loop inside of a 80′s horror flick and your entire world feels like it’s glitching around you nothing is real except for your strange lover with eyes like moonlight calling you to come back to bed  you’re at an island at midnight all by yourself, the night sky is so clear the sea reflects the star-matted sky, a salty breeze lifts your hair, you breathe in deep & dream of someone beautiful coming to your rescue

xtras: hotmess / midyouth crisis / mud puppy / lucid dreaming

[comecesario]

some concept playlists my friend and I came up with one evening:

for when you’re driving through the woods at night, and the deer keep turning around to stare at you

for when you’re an hour and a half late to your family reunion, and loving every second of it

for when you’re sitting on your bedroom floor, sunlight falling on your legs as you peel orange sections to get at the juicy bits inside

for when you feel like wearing thigh-high boots, and you’re on your way to kill a man. Or get ice cream - you’ll decide in the car

for sipping lukewarm peach iced tea on a summer morning, legs dangling off the edge of your bed

for when you’re braiding your hair after a shower, while on the phone to your best friend

for when you’re going thrift shopping with your best friend, legs dangling off the edge of the shopping cart. You’ve spent over an hour in here, and outside you can see the sun setting

this next one can only be explained through the conversation that led to it:

Scented Candles but like the green ones we got from Primark? The little tea lights that were surprisingly good even though they were one quid                                                                so essentially you want a Cabeswater                                                                     playlist

Yeah, but one that was one quid - like someone who buys the cactus candles from urban outfitters but takes the bus instead of an uber                                                            I’m naming this playlist “Janky Witchcraft”

for when you’re wearing a hawaiian shirt in winter

[sappylittlebitch]

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.

[glazedeye-s]

DREAM A LITTLE, DREAM OF ME: a romantic academia playlist.

You can listen to it HERE

[aalgophobias]

valentine’s day playlist dump

a mini collection of playlists about love, heartbreak, friendship, moving on etc. all you need to get through the cursed day that is february 14th. 

head over heels: for when you’re crazy about someone infinitely, inexpressibly. for when you wake up smiling, and go to sleep smiling. for when the butterflies in your stomach are uncontrollable. for when you’re happy, loved.

dim the lights: candles, lingerie, chocolate covered strawberries, champagne

tragic, move on: jump around your room and remember it will forever be their loss, not yours.

unrequited love: wrong place, wrong time.

coming of age vibes: love isn’t just about a significant other. love is also about friends, family. it’s about creating memories. dancing in the rain. standing on top of a hill, screaming at the top of your lungs. driving through a dark tunnel with your head out the window, the wind brushing through your hair.

you left me heartbroken: if you love someone, and it ends, where does the love go?

rom-com supremacy: do you want to feel like jennifer garner in 13 going on 30? perhaps you wish to be chased by matthew mcconaughey or hugh grant? is your favourite movie bridget jones? 27 dresses?

[poiems]

playlist time!!

aimlessly walking around with the person you love. the conversations never seem to end and the day seems to be absolutely perfect. you’re laughing so hard that you can feel the vibrations radiate from your chest. 

spooky themed. exploring haunted houses and solving mysteries like Nancy Drew to the Scooby gang. Nostalgia of what you remember watching when you were little in the month of October. 

my dumbass energy is OFF THE CHARTS. got myself falling for people like a DOMINO and feeling PERFECTLY fine. 

songs that made middle school me go, “AHHHHHHHHH!!!”

euphoria themed playlist that makes you want to put on that makeup and make the world your BITCH. 

[conceptplaylist314]

electricity playlists

desperately wanting something but not being able to describe what it is you want. its not any physical item, its a state of being, one you’ve never had before but you still long for it when someone asks you what you want to do for your future

you’re six years old and sleeping over your grandparent’s house. they wrap you up in blankets, make you hot chocolate, and you ask them about what their lives were like. you had no idea your grandma and grandpa were so cool. 

youve numbed yourself to feeling strongly about people. you associate trust with pain, love with guilt, and kindness with manipulation and everything just kind of cancels out. then you meet someone who changes that, who you really feel you can trust and love and any pain will be worth the risk. and all the feelings come back. 

that little sound you hear in your ears when you’re falling asleep on the couch after a sleepless night. your dream world starts to overtake reality and you feel like you can finally relax as light drips through your windows and the birds sing you lullabies. 

unconditional love, in the healthiest sense. being in love with someone who doesn’t take advantage of the fact that you love them for who they are and who they want to be. they do not try to use that to manipulate you or abuse you, they strive to be the best they can be for themselves and for the relationship.

[theogonies]

conceptual playlists

adrift in space; the planets all dance for you and if you reach out, you can brush the stars with your fingertips.

in another life you are a tree or a blossom or a vine, drinking in sunlight and reaching up to touch the sky.

you’re slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea, surrounded by soft green light and whale song, feeling more at peace than you’ve ever felt in your life.

you’re walking through a haunted forest. maybe the path is gone, or maybe it’s just overgrown. maybe something is following you, or maybe it’s just your own heartbeat. whatever the case, something is off. you can feel it.

it’s a lonely rainy day. a good day to feel. mostly, though, you just feel at peace.

you’ve been in this house a little too long. the tv has faded to static and your head is buzzing and it’s starting to feel like the walls are about to cave in on you.

pop punk kid grows up a little, still wants to get the hell out of this town.

[conceptplaylist314]

playlists with love, or lack thereof, 2

seeing the person you have always loved but knowing is going to be the last time

you’re in love with someone but they don’t know it,,, you know who they are but they don’t know you. you’ve met anonymously and pretended not to know them. they’re a beautiful soul as well as a beautiful person and it hurts that you can’t be with them. it’s mysterious and wonderful all at the same time.

you never let yourself love the same person for too long because you are afraid to be happy when all you’ve ever known is pain. you know you only have yourself to blame, but you’re addicted to heartbreak.

you’re with a person who you like and who likes you back. you’ve been together for only a month or two, and you’re comfy with one another but you still get butterflies every time you see them. you kiss and the room flips upside down, and there’s nothing pressing to do today. you try to make plans, but then they say “why don’t we just kiss?” and you cannot think of anything you would rather do more (inspired by “ like real people do” by Hozier)

these concepts are inspired by the kind folks from my asks, thank you!

[speaknownforever]

Concept Playlists !!!

you’re curled up in the corner of your bed, trying not to take up any space. the curtains are drawn so the only source of light is a candle on your dresser that seems to be flickering in slow motion. all you want is someone to sleep next to and someone to remind you that this life isn’t a dream, it’s real and it’s tangible and it doesn’t always have to feel this lonely. 

you’re talking to him again. you shouldn’t be but his sweet words are dripped in honey and you can still feel his fingertips tracing the marks on your skin. he’s full of empty promises and poorly written story book endings. you’re trying to be cold and callous, but you both know that isn’t in your nature.

your body slips out of your dark room and into the brightly lit kitchen. you aren’t mad at the sunlight coming through the glass windows or the blaring music coming from your neighbor’s radio. you do simple tasks like doing your laundry and making yourself breakfast, and you’re proud. the colors in the sky are saturated and you finally feel good and whole from having a real meal. 

you’re not something they can just put in their pocket to carry you around and use you when it’s convenient for them. they can’t just reach in and grab you however they fucking want. they think you won’t retaliate because they called you beautiful and said it’s an honor to even be worth a fraction of their time. they still leave to be with their lover and even take a souvenir from you just to remember you by.  

their type of love is not something to flinch from. they don’t use their words to scare you into submission. they’ll hold you at night when you wake up and you can’t breathe. they give you slow kisses when you’re frantically getting ready for work and you’re searching for your car keys. they bring you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch. they make you breakfast in bed after a stressful week. they write little sticky note reminders and put them all over the house when they can’t be around you. they cry at all the right parts in the movies and laugh at your stupid jokes. their love isn’t hard. it’s soft and warm.

arms are wrapped around your waist. you avert eye contact and smile to yourself. you’re not afraid but you can hear your heart pumping in your chest. their kiss is soft and slow like an invitation. their lips find your neck, your collar bone, your fingertips. 

[mixtape-gf]

concept playlists

remember to send in concepts, and make sure to follow the playlists I’ll be updating them in the future 

its the year 1997 you’re a teen at the shopping center. you’re warm in your jean jacket. you end up in the video store after a long day of shopping ur deciding what vhs to take home. as you walk through the aisles of movies you can hear the radio playing on the store’s speakers. 

its past midnight you’re on the train and you’re heading home after a concert. you sit down with your head against the window. you’re still buzzed with energy from the show yet you can feel the tiredness coming over you. you pop ur headphones in and stare out the window as thought after thought crosses your mind

you’re in the midst of a hard time. you’re plagued with stressful thoughts that you keep choosing to ignore. you have the strongest urge to change everything about yourself. you want something new. you’re home alone and you decide what you need is a change. you cut your hair. you get out hair dye. maybe this is what will comfort you for now.

the few minutes right before you drift off to sleep. your thoughts are filled with the person you are infatuated with. plagued with scenarios you daydream about all day. you lay there and think about what holding their hand would be like. what it would be like to be loved by them. although it may never happen this is enough for now. you listen to music as you fall asleep to the thought of them

you’re a kid in the 2010s. you’re outside playing in the backyard. you sit on the chalk stained pavement and you can hear the radio playing from inside. you distractedly sing along to the songs as you enjoy the warm summer air and a orange creamsicle. you think about the shows you’ll watch on the tv later. you’re a child with no complete worries. these are the songs that’ll bring you nostalgia later in life. 

music recommendations:

here is the music I listened to in september.  

this is the music i’ve been listening to in october.  

this is my november playlist with music I’ve been listening to lately and any future music I listen to will be added