🎶Concept Playlists Corner🎶

Collection of reblogged concept playlists

[cloud-playlists]

🥺 yearning playlist masterlist 🥺

eating ice cream straight out of the tub at 1 am in the morning while you marathon watch the cheesiest chick flics and cry because you’re all alone

neither of you can deny that the looks, the moments, hell even the kisses you share are not simple friendly activities and at night you lay awake torn apart thinking about the next moment that energy will be so palpable between the both of you and hearing their constant reminder that you’re just friends

you’ve spent the day as a third wheel and even though you had a lot of fun and didn’t feel lonely while you were out, you’re feeling lonely now and wondering if you’ll ever find someone who will understand that you’ve been hurt and you’re still healing and will take it slow with you and love you right

oh to feel someone’s strong hands roaming your body as you sink into the bed and let yourself go completely

you just want to hold hands with someone, anyone! swing hands with someone as you walk down the street. try to hold hands with someone on a swing and giggle at how beautiful the thrill feels. hold hands with someone during a library study session. someone doing that thumb rub thing as you walk through a crowded carnival.

dancing in your kitchen on your own on a lazy sunday morning and thinking about how nice it would be to have a dancing partner

you want to spend the rest of your life with someone just sharing breakfast together on your balcony surrounded by a lot of plants then going off your separate ways to work throughout the day and returning home to share candle lit dinners with wine every afternoon and cuddling until you fall asleep

leaving a party early because you just really really really miss your s/o. sending texts to each other in the middle of the day with i love you reminders. packing lunches for your s/o with a note about how much you love them.

realizing you’re slowly falling in love with the person you regularly have one night stands with and fantasizing about calling them yours one day and it meaning forever and not the night

spending a lazy saturday morning in bed with your lover just doing what lovers do

[failcleric]

✧･ﾟ*playlists for villains *･ﾟ✧

stay ugly with me  - sometimes a fairy tale ending isn’t a white horse and glittering slippers—instead, it’s shattered glass and crime scene tape. somehow, it’s still a love story.

candy-coated skull crusher - there’s something going wrong with the AI you’ve been constructing. sure, it’s brilliant, but you can’t help but think there’s something…else occurring within the system. something beautiful. something dangerous.

burn through the witches - fate has never been your friend, but you don’t need it to be. you don’t want to be the chosen one, another tragic hero. instead, you’ll carve out your own story—that of a dark god.

black suits and ties [we won’t get out alive] - it was just supposed to be a job, but you now realize it’s become far more than that—this is your family. the family you’ll stand alongside amidst the ashes of the city you once called home.

nowhere, USA - population: everyone who’s names you’ve already forgotten, but still show up in your dreams. do you have your hometown, or does your hometown hate you? does it matter which one it is?

i’d burn this city down to show you the light - bonnie & clyde but with 2000s mall vibes. you hate the whole world aside from them, and vice versa.  friendship bracelets, glittery lip gloss, and gasoline. your story might not be long, but it sure as hell won’t be boring.

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concept playlists // psych ward edition

being locked in a mental hospital and having no methods of entertaining yourself except for three old children’s books, a big book of word searches, and making playlists on paper

your case manager came up and told you that you’re discharging today and you feel like you’re invincible

your roommate discharged today and you’re not tired so you’re sitting on your bed with all the lights on at 10 pm wishing you could listen to some fucking music

you just got switched rooms and your new roommate is nice enough but she’s too busy reading to talk to you so you do your math homework in a desperate attempt to keep yourself entertained

sitting in process group and finally meeting and confiding in people who are understanding and it restores your faith in humanity

having a mental breakdown due to drug withdrawals but then the maid comes into your room and gives you a hug and you think she might be your guardian angel

they pushed your fucking discharge back a day and you’re pissed as fuck

all of these things happened to either me or a friend of mine while i was staying at the mental hospital. 

!! PSA !! i am NOT glamourizing mental disorders, this is just one of the ways i coped while i was there and i wanted to share them with you all. 

[venustaurus]

playlist for different moods

heart rush - for when you are smitten and blush everytime you see someone

oh, honey honey - that romantic comedy type of love that you wish to have one day

heatwave - under the harsh sun, covered in sweat and everything feels like it’s on fire

lucky strike - it’s the middle of the day and you’re on the long empty road and the warm sticky air blows through your hair

venus in taurus - for the fragile and deeply in love 

the good side - you woke up, the sun glimmers through the window, you hear distant sounds of other lives waking up, everything will be okay

on the rocks - a party has finally died down, you and your friends are in a daze cleaning things up in a dark lit room and your skin feels like glitter and smoke

hold on a sec i’m having an out of body experience - it’s the middle of the night and you desperately want to be anywhere but here so you dance it out

graveyard shift - for when you’re driving at night going nowhere in particular, and your only companion are the soft yellow street lights and hum of your car

in the present with you - when you’re hopelessly in love and want to spend today, tomorrow, and the rest of tomorrows with someone

after hours - lights off, skin to skin, touch starved and a hunger for desire

five drinks in - alcohol swims in you as you softly sip on your drink and all you want is to place your head on someone’s shoulder, close your eyes, and feel the world slowly spin around you

levitating - you’re head is in the clouds, butterflies feel like they’re fluttering all over your skin, the world in your head feels effervescent 

[winterblues]

concept playlists;

you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark

you’re making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun you’re standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all that’s left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but you’re feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how you’ve always wanted to watch the world burn you wander into wonderland and now you’re suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently there’s a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled  it’s mid morning but it’s dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but it’s actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it you’re sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & you’re feeling younger than you’ve ever been you’re summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night

[lovestruckmoon]

songs to get you through the treacherous holiday season <3 

not to be a manic pixie dream girl but sometimes all you want is to listen to the cure on an mp3 whilst wistfully staring out of the train windows, fingers wrapped around a book of existentialist poetry. you do not intend to read it. 

soundtrack for wandering around your abandoned childhood neighbourhood 

the audial manifestation of what i believe it would feel like to fall from heaven 

for moments when all you crave is to turn back time and revert back to those years where seemingly nothing mattered but everything was exhilarating  

debilitating intrusive thoughts but make them ~groovy~ 

songs reminiscent of coming of age films but instead of a coming of age film it’s an unwatched four-hour-long lecture i need to watch for a class i hate  

one of those rare holiday playlists that don’t contain michael bubles entire discography BUT still has enough festive cheer to get you through December 

[playlists-n-junk]

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you’re driving down a lonely highway. anger bubbles up in your chest and hot tears prick your eyes. not because you’re sad, necessarily. you don’t even know what you feel. your windows are down and you scream the words to every break up song and grip the wheel until your knuckles turn white. because you are so much better without them. but you can’t help but feel sad at the memories. like your mind is at war with itself, so you try to think of anything else. but the radio seems to only play songs that bring you right back to that betrayed feeling in your gut. and how your love lost you. 

[playlists-n-junk]

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the sense of young innocence mixed with the fear of that comes with growing older. dreaming of what the future holds, yet clinging to your last string of child-like wonder. late nights with your childhood best friends before you all split up and leave your reckless years behind you. just a coming of age tale for your teenage years. for the best and worst years of your life. 

[playlists-n-junk]

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it’s the middle of the night and you’re sneaking out of your bedroom window. it’s just you and your best friend as you sit on the swings at the park down the road. the whole town is fast asleep, but you two are wide away. the moon shines brightly above, and a sense of calm falls over you two. you spend the night talking about your hopes and fears together. you can’t help but feel a strange sense of peacefulness mixed with anxiety. it’s as if everything feels complete and missing at the same time. 

[playlists-n-junk]

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you are in a strangers basement, surrounded by people with solo cups in their hands. different colored lights flood your vision as you sip your drink and try to drown out the loud voices of everyone around you. music plays through some speakers, and you find yourself singing every line as people dance. you may hate parties, but hey, at least they have a killer playlist.

[mosaicc-brokenn-heartss]

political angst make your voice heard. fight with everything you have. don’t let them stop your power.

longing for escape take my hand. let’s get out of this town. we won’t look back.

bubble of sadness soft, quiet sad girl hours.

dissociating in the bathroom staring back at yourself in the mirror. lost in lust and jealousy and confusion. doubting everything you know. wondering what everyone truly thinks. wondering how you’ll ever have the strength to rejoin the party.

new city, big dreams it’s been waiting for you.

i’d do it all over again the fights, the long nights, the tears and tantrums.

parisian days you drink coffee and eat a pastry at a café on the seine. beautiful parisian women stroll by. the air is crisp and sweet.

obsessed wid u obssesive, possesive love. completely in awe of everything that the person is. nobody else compares.

fuck off for slamming doors and punching walls. when your blood boils. when you need to be alone.

in love too soon coming back home. it’s 1 am. you realise you’re in love. you don’t know how to hold it in. the sky is a deep navy purple. everything tingles.

[cherrybracelets]

types of people as concept playlists i made at 4am💙

honey ; soft laughter, photo albums, pastel colors, romcoms, a cozy fire place, art galleries, plants on the window ledge, golden hour, acoustics

phantom ; rainy nights, evening gowns, abandoned buildings, handwritten letters, star crossed lovers, red wine, paris, deep emotions, hauntingly beautiful

poison ; empty bottles of vodka, heartbreak, cigarettes, acting on impulse, dark circles, self destructive, all black everything, existential thoughts, antidepressants

mania ; silent desires, club nights, neon, glossy makeup, insomnia, looks that could kill, tequila shots, red lipstick, tight dress, glitter

charcoal ; 80s movies, strong coffee, documentaries, vintage cars, shops at thrift stores, going to change the world, collecting vinyls

glass ; frat parties, cheap beer, dancing all night, low cut tops, loves twitter, a hoe never gets cold, fast beats, college bars, doing coke in the bathroom, hook ups

navy ; city lights, dusk, stargazing, late night drives, taco bell, weed, unfurnished basement, the subway at midnight, cheap liquor, soundcloud rap, east coast

mars ; dewy skin, sunsets, smoothies, beaches, crashing waves, saltwater, melting ice cream, freckles, road trips, incense, summer nights with your friends, dancing on the grass, west coast

[playlists-n-junk]

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it’s like the sky was always gray and the people were alway dull. nothing ever happened in your small town. you feared you would die of boredom. until you were thrust into a world of the impossible. all it took was one hot summer to completely turn your world upside down. between you and your band of best friends (and your trusty bikes as well) you save your small town from the supernatural beings that lurked in the shadows. you are the unsung heroes of your once painfully boring small town. 

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289

i act all excitable and nice but deep down i’m angry and a troubled kid but i’m trying to get better.

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290

keep dancing, we’ll be alright.

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272

trying to get rid of a dead body. a clock is ticking, your rival turned unwilling partner in crime is hyperventilating so hard that it feels like they’ll break any moment. you know what you have to do.

[playlistcenter]

types of boys // cryptids

mothman boys: 2:47am in a 7/11 parking lot, checkered vans, endless roads, telephone wires, an electric guitar with broken strings, chipped black nail polish, shopping carts in places shopping carts should not be

bigfoot boys: cool rocks found on hikes, a bomber jacket covered in patches, muddy boots, folk guitars, farmers markets, getting lost a bluegrass festival but not caring, locally brewed beer, long hair, baseball hats

nessie boys: walking in the rain without an umbrella, full schedules, daydreams of adventures yet to come, dirty glasses, crowded coffee shops, a forgotten herb garden in a back yard, foggy mornings, corrupted polaroids

jackalope boys: old vinyls, strike on box matches, climbing onto the roof to watch a sunrise, iced tea, watercolor paintings, making flower crowns while laying in clover, scented candles, corduroy jackets, vintage thrift stores

alien boys: sitting on the roof of a car to watch a meteor shower, tangled headphones, bright eyes, abstract art, taking things apart just to put them back together, scuffed converse, doodles in margins, indie music

based off of this post by @achilleanss