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Fiona Apple for Spin Magazine (February 2000)

a little light, a little delicate, songs to make you feel like the main character in a book.

city girl — city girl

i’ll be seeing you — billie holiday

sad premonition/lilium — haruka nakamura

flume — bon iver

ultimately — khai dreams

starry night — akira kosemura

rêverie — claude debussy

holocene — bon iver

nocturne en mi bémol majur opus 9 — frédéric chopin

dream a little dream of me — ella fitzgerald, louis armstrong

prélude — alexandra streliski

sonata no. 14 “moonlight” — ludwig van beethoven

small and alone — little florence

It is just us and the trills of the forest.

We live far away from where I am now, in a cottage only big enough for us, and she bakes all day and I write poetry about the curve of her lips and the soft fall of her shoulders.

witchy dark academia wlw: a house on a hill, a house of old magic. misty woods, green shadows and the rustle of long dark skirts. whispers in the dark of a starlit room. // songs of girls who walk in strange shadows and love surreal things.

voices in the hills: a longing in the pit of your stomach to tear a way out of the throat of the city, into the gaping moor. // songs that seep into your skin like mountain fog, like the woodsmoke rising in wisps from an abandoned village.

strawberry sapphics: milkshakes, sunsets, brush of silk on bare skin, that overwhelming rush in a sleepover when you realise, soft shampoo smells, long mermaid hair. // songs about wanting a love that’s kind on both ends.

love, where have you been?: old names and old regrets, lipstick stains and hafheartedly burnt letters. // songs about love that’s a little rough around the edges.

don’t do it, francis: “without warning i had a vision of francis- twenty years later, fifty years…..and of myself- older, too, sitting around with him in some smoky room, the two us repeating this exchange for the thousandth time.” // songs for my absolute babies who are completely fine and together :)

rich + grace: romeo + juliet, now make it bristol. // songs for my first and dearest ship ever, rich hardbeck and grace violet blood from skins.

personal ost: thinking of all the dreams i scribbled into my journal when i was eleven, all the lessons on girlhood stuffed like straw down my lungs and how I had to split myself open to learn to breathe again. // songs i would pick for an ost if my life was a film.

sakhiyani: you are desi, you are gay, but bollywood is a steaming pit of heteronormative melancholia. // have some bolly songs that can be read with a queer subtext whether canon demands it or not.