concept playlists my dudes
although your chest aches and you feel empty, you lay back on your bed knowing that this sadness will pass you by. the sun shines brightly through your window. your clothes are soft against your skin. you will be okay.
you march in a protest for something you believe in. your hands grip the sign you made last night and your throat burns from the chanting you’ve been doing. the night air is cool but you burn bright with resistance.
you lay back on the mossy ground of a forest clearing. life is too much. too hectic, too unkind. your eyes follow the path of the clouds in the sky as you peer through the trees, waiting for nature to take its course and swallow you.
you speed along an empty california highway. the desert stretches for miles in either direction on each side of the two-lane interstate and your car leaves dust in its wake. you’re going 85, top down, music blasting.
you’re a young witch who lives in a small house on the edge of the city. you’ve done nothing but help people with your abilities, but recently someone made you very angry. you dance around your space as you plot your revenge.
the sun is setting as you lay back on your roof. the last few rays of light wash over your body. the breeze is soft and cool. you close your eyes and bask in the warmth, knowing the last days of summer are passing you by.
it’s 1989 and you’re standing behind your high school. a cigarette dangles from your lips. you should be in fourth period, but class is boring and you aren’t. you don’t belong here.
you’ve just ended a long relationship. you feel light, airy, and free. you know you should feel guilt, but you’re ready to embark onto the next part of your life. life is bright and you’re happy.
gummygunk
germansingergirl
romaincrisis
titsay
