driving with the windows down: it’s cool out, but the sun is warm. you’re off the highway now and can roll down the windows and smell the grass. you haven’t felt this calm in months.
90s pool party: chlorine bleaching the ends of your hair, drinking a can of Fresca with a straw, playing underwater tag, trying to catch the lifeguard’s eye
d a r k p l a c e : when you can’t tell if you’re awake or dreaming, when nothing feels real
laying on the carpet all afternoon: you have to be low to the ground because your heart is so goddamn heavy
affogato: over a scoop of ice cream, pour hot espresso, amaretto, or earl grey tea. indulge. in italian, “affogato” means “drowned”
smoking with graveyard ghosts: fresh cut grass and dead roses, tiny orbs tickling your arms like bubbles, weight on your shoulders, crickets chirp and sometimes pause
70s fever dream: can you dig it?
I’ve had a sad, shitty month so you know what that means!!!! more!!!! Spotify!!!!! playlists!!!!!!!
southern grunge: he’s waiting at the crossroads, ready to make a deal
weather witch: she ties storms into her braids and they’ve all come undone
biting into the jugular: the she-wolf approaches.
waking up on the space station: your feet are cold on the metal floors, but at least the computer started making coffee just the way you like it
lost and running through the woods: your sneakers are soaked with mud. a crow calls deeper in the murk, another answers. the sky is settling down in fog and you swear you’re being followed.
back alley hex: Don’t step in the puddles.
midnight sun: A request: "can you please do a playlist for this concept that is wildly specific; 'sleeping with your crushes best friend because she’s showing you the attention you want but she’s not the girl you want and you dont know what to do because you like the touch and affection from X, but she’s not Y.'"
dusk in the heat of july: drive off into that damn sunset with your best friend in the passenger seat and maybe you’re feeling a little bittersweet but it’s all gonna be just fine
foreplay: songs to pull off your clothes to
avoiding the party: can't find the energy to get dressed and join your friends? did you lock yourself in a quiet room with the host's cat and you're scared to re-join the group?? maybe you weren't even invited because you never show up anyway!!! congrats, you're just like me!!! let's form a club!!!!
spells in the attic: you just want things to be good again so you light your candles and draw a casting circle in chalk on the floor and you close your eyes while sunlight catches the dust motes and you're floating a foot off the ground
